30 de junho de 2011

VIII - MALAS


I packed my bags, I'm looking for my peace. I'm going away for a while, and I'll live with every single breath.. and I'll be breathless sometimes. I wanna know all the world, so I have to start. I think I might find a person in this crazy world who makes me feel safe. Yeah, perhaps. Now, that I'm leaving, but that's ok. Everything it's going to be alright. I was thinking about us, and I figured out somethings. Maybe, it isn't the right time. And here, in my heart, I'll let him in. I gave up tryint to understand you or our story. I'm tired of waiting. And don't you dare tell me don't go away if you'd never asked me to stay. So long, 


G. M.

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