I do not want to believe it should just lie to yourself

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Have you ever fall back again to you? So you are saying one thing, that's the day where our beloved easily forgotten.

I breathe tight chest arcade air things wear, tingling nostrils. On the wind. Hello fall in real loneliness lightly touching your eyes red dust of one-dimensional xao bay leaf. I exceedingly fragile. Without you, I know cling to?

"Our story will go nowhere where you ..."

"Well, you know ... By then, he!"

So take a fall. Always so. Started by fall and then ended by autumn. I closed two slim bodice. Outside monsoon laughing haughtily. And from here, the memories you and I'll never get a fall.

I ran to the middle of crowded cities. Confused ideas, thoughts intertwined. There have been teasing me fall - one who just lost loved moments. The sad drops rolling down her cheeks, lips touching, salty ... England! Should not really fall away?

Why should no longer fall back again? In his memories of you have faded so long? Do you still find your smile is not the sunny autumn day - very in, very lively - very happy with him almost every minute?

Why should no longer fall back again? The promises were flapping wings and fly away did he? I know, I know. I do remember those promises. People have forgotten they have forgotten. People still remember just how many are re numb.

Why should no longer fall back again? He would gently kissed my hair and curls absorbed so confused about. Scent bottle so fiery, like your hair much longer the fascination ...

Have you ever fall back again to you? So you are saying one thing, that's the day where our beloved easily forgotten. I love that the ever passed. The situation here was filled with as many as memory, how much is regret. Never in me, that love has faded hurry.

I hug autumn, for those cold fingers shudder. Season is on. Thought that the situation was asleep as awake dream every night. Where are you there, fall in you. I know cling to? Seasonal attachment to fear thickens autumn nostalgia. Cling to the memories of the fear of slipping loved. Cling to him ... but he was far away ...

And that fall, never again did he? I do not want to believe it should just lie to yourself ...



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