martes, 16 de junio de 2009




I asked him to stay, but he wouldn’t listen . He left before I had the chance to say the words that would mend the things that were broken. But now it’s far too late, he’s gone away.
The taste of your breath, I’ll never get over. The noises that you made kept me awake.The weight of things that remaind unspoken, built up so much it crushed us everyday.
Of all the things I felt but never really shown, perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go. I should not ever let you go.
Every night you cry yourself to sleep thinking: “Why does this happen to me? Why does every moment have to be so hard?” It`s hard to believe that it’s not over tonight. Just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night. I won’t go home without you.

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