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      In the wintertime, everyone has a cold, people want to far away from the cold, then try to find a warm place, maybe to me, cold should have become a habit, but do not want to admit, hug myself more cold, so it can track what is, a verbal catharsis, a kind of spiritual sustenance, but not too close, can only far looked at OtterBox Preserver Series, subtle longing, and then touch of sadness.

      The last time I saw your face, this flow exposed some sincere sentiment, or false happiness, however, these are not yourself. Walking in the dark alley where, on both sides of a winter's atmosphere, there is no hand, does not rely on each other, just quietly to the same place, I talk about v. once sadness, you listen quietly, you praise my sadness, but always don't understand, I want not these, if you can for you the most sincere face, I will raise the expulsion of the heart sad, until there is no trace of memory.

      A little bit of time in the past, I have been waiting for, waiting for you to give agreement, as darkness will I stand corner flooded, when the light was full of the whole city, you come, in not far from me, only you can't see me, hiding in a quiet corner, listen to you and the words of others, let heart how to struggle, I still, hiding in a quiet corner. See you sitting there, gently into your side, no sadness, no joy, just want to finish their oath to you, in that way, the leaves on the road, only you and me two, follow the sad melody quiet walk. After the stop, I know that you will leave, otterbox iphone 5 case and I can only let his masks to wear a smile, when you turn the moment, I just smiled, did not imagine the struggle, there is no imagination in the bleak, perhaps it is their investment not serious enough, perhaps already used. Looking at your shadow until it disappeared in the corner, I am still lights to stay, if say the most beautiful part of what is, I think perhaps is OK, the images you disappear in my eye, I will not see your face or whether your heart has silk touches, and you won't see me stay in your corner or inner thoughts.

      The cold wind blowing my hair, my hands touch the heart, eyes looking at the sky automatic speaking, to end like this, I just haven't had time to prepare the world without you, you left. At this moment the world suddenly quiet down, not a glimmer of light, the darkness will swallow me, around the quiet no sound, I can only hear your heartbeat and depressing respiration.

      Listening to others talk about you away at the back of the bus, I just quietly looked out of the window, the roadside buildings and I draw further apart, I gently took no mask of sorrow, the window is shown on my face, eyes down a trace of tears. The platform edge, a person stay to wait for in there past the bus, the train carrying all kinds of thoughts.

      The dark alley in the cold wind blowing, falling dust, light to follow your shadow walk, I know tonight but also by drunk to sleep, OtterBox Defender and then quietly forgotten.

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