terça-feira, 12 de julho de 2011


Home is where the heart is.My home is by your side. On your bed. In your heart.That’s why it’s been so cold outside.Our hearts are empty of us.Because what I feel has no words and meaning in any other language.Just like my life here. Without words or meaning. I wanted to know you. Now I can’t forget you.I wish we’ve never met.I’ve stepped into our history with the wrong foot.Some kind of regret. Because it’s impossible to bare the idea of life without you.

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