ask me what I think. Which is my mind. It is not easy, as my heart is hidden, shielded from other wound, my mind running through your body. I can not concentrate at work, do not know if I hate you, or if I love you I do not know whether to run and hug you, to make you mine or run away from you, so you do not hurt me.
I have fear, I have love, I do not know very well know that there can be side by side, but maybe I love you and I have just scared of being hurt. I fantasize about you, I see your pictures again and again, many images in my head, and both of you. Your words, your voice, your smile, your hands, your steps, your gestures, your lips ...
The day we went to eat, the food menu you saw over and over again, when I only saw you you. Yes, if you eat there, ask the same, but that day were there, and nothing happened, I stole a kiss, I took her hand, I did not dare to kiss. I do not know if I were afraid, I hope not, but I was dying of nerves, just knowing you were together to me that perhaps I could breathe the same air that you breathed. And now I wonder if I'm just waiting for you ... what a fool, I know that no ... but I repeat your words over and over in my head, I seek your voice in my memories, as he kisses me.
What I think? In you all day, every moment, you, every second, in you, there is a moment that you do not think. Clothing, naked, in my fantasies, in my bed, on your skin, in me, about you, before, after, in the shower, on the moon, on the beach, in bed. Whenever you, my skin breathes your name, my mind knows by heart your smile and you're so far from me.
But you're the wind touches my face when I walk in the water that runs through my skin when I bathe and do not know if you realize and I can not get you out of my life, I miss you and that maybe, just I love you.
I have fear, I have love, I do not know very well know that there can be side by side, but maybe I love you and I have just scared of being hurt. I fantasize about you, I see your pictures again and again, many images in my head, and both of you. Your words, your voice, your smile, your hands, your steps, your gestures, your lips ...
The day we went to eat, the food menu you saw over and over again, when I only saw you you. Yes, if you eat there, ask the same, but that day were there, and nothing happened, I stole a kiss, I took her hand, I did not dare to kiss. I do not know if I were afraid, I hope not, but I was dying of nerves, just knowing you were together to me that perhaps I could breathe the same air that you breathed. And now I wonder if I'm just waiting for you ... what a fool, I know that no ... but I repeat your words over and over in my head, I seek your voice in my memories, as he kisses me.
What I think? In you all day, every moment, you, every second, in you, there is a moment that you do not think. Clothing, naked, in my fantasies, in my bed, on your skin, in me, about you, before, after, in the shower, on the moon, on the beach, in bed. Whenever you, my skin breathes your name, my mind knows by heart your smile and you're so far from me.
But you're the wind touches my face when I walk in the water that runs through my skin when I bathe and do not know if you realize and I can not get you out of my life, I miss you and that maybe, just I love you.
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