would be many. Really a lot. I could write endless.
Dozens and dozens of rows. Thousands of words to describe something that can not be described. I could never finish.
But this thing has no desire to be labeled, described, in black and white.
wants to stay inside me.
only you want it to be able to read.
To be able to understand.
Because he knows that you're the only one who can do it. Why is yours. Why is you.
Dozens and dozens of rows. Thousands of words to describe something that can not be described. I could never finish.
But this thing has no desire to be labeled, described, in black and white.
wants to stay inside me.
only you want it to be able to read.
To be able to understand.
Because he knows that you're the only one who can do it. Why is yours. Why is you.
Cause I miss you. Why
not know how to do it. A
not see you every day. A
not kiss any moment. A
that you can not caress the curls down behind his head. A
that you can not look into the eyes. Read on containing all the sweetness. A
not smell your perfume.
Your perfume ...
do not pinch your hands thin.
not to get lost in your arms.
so much. Why is you. not know how to do it. A
not see you every day. A
not kiss any moment. A
that you can not caress the curls down behind his head. A
that you can not look into the eyes. Read on containing all the sweetness. A
not smell your perfume.
Your perfume ...
do not pinch your hands thin.
not to get lost in your arms.
