You mean that much to me
and it's hard to show
gets hectic inside of me
when you go
can i confess this things
to you,i don't know
enbedded in my chest
and it,hurst to hold.
I couldn't spill my heart
my eyes gleam looking in from the dark
i walk out in stormy weahter
hold my words,keep us together
steady walking but bound to trip
should release but just tighten my grip.
ahora ya la sigo por aquí...
ResponderEliminarme gusta saber que le duele el corazón,
y que a veces le sonríe...
me gusta saber que tiene un corazón grandotote para amar muchotote!