mine.

palavras soltas ao vento

tudo permanece aqui.

sábado, 20 de março de 2010

love..

But I crumble completely when you cry, it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye, im always just about to go and spoil a suprise, take my hands off of your eyes too soon, i'm going back to 505, if its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs; and a smile!

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