domingo, 25 de janeiro de 2009

Little things

Little darkness,
in my head...
Screams at me .
Why,
isnt he in your bed.
Every morning.
Actually.

Little love
in my soul.
Touch the heart
breake the ice...
All the time.

Pressing us.

Why,
aren´t whe togheter?
Every night.
In stead,
of breaking a part.

little things...
like you and i.
Keep beating me up!

So...
tell me baby...
Why dont you
give a chance,
Like i want me to do.
Why is difficult to understand...

The way i want to love you....
.

2 comentários:

Hélio disse...

My thoughts EXACTLY!!!
Beijinho grande :)

Lita disse...

Bonito... muito bonito...

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