Rudel der Schattenmähnen
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09.08.2019 04:11
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I am afraid that I accidentally woke you up, so I loved it so carefully. I don't want to uncover the scars of your heart, so I don't hesitate to bring you into my world. I don't want to use my warmth to make you feel hurt. Your fragrance is so nostalgic to me, so I was deeply fascinated from the beginning. Memory is always so sweet, wonderful, I want to be deeply scented, I want to be indulged in this carefully weaved picture forever, never wake up again, never have a chance to smell your breath again. . It��s just that the sigh under the banyan tree is left alone. The pain you give me makes me deeply engraved in my heart. The self-righteous persistence is now in exchange for the bitterness you give, and you hug you tightly in your arms, because you can deeply sniff your fragrance when you look down. Put your photo on my phone screen, because I can touch your face at any time, no matter where you are. I want to cherish every face of you, so I keep an eye on your smile. Love is deep, I can't help but write: For your happiness that has long been lost, even though I will be tired and tired again, I will be willing and willing. Maybe life's shackles will bring me all kinds of pain, but when I think of your smile, I feel very happy. Because it is a sincere investment, I have brewed a love wine that I will be drunk after I taste it. Now you are throwing me into the sweetness you gave me, so that when I taste it, I will only have endless loneliness and weakness Cigarettes For Sale. It��s just that the heart of your password is no longer the one that my silly infatuator can play Marlboro Gold. But now your arms have become the basis of others. It��s just that now, even if you shout loudly, you won��t be able to stop listening for a while. It��s just that everything that is under watch now is still like yesterday, but I haven��t seen you. It��s just that what you gave me now makes me write only the results of sleepless helplessness at night, so that I can��t sing all of you again, and I can��t hear the sound of my heart. The pain that hurts the end can no longer tell me why. Indifference has deeply blocked me, and I am reluctant to face the bitter fruit that hurts me to suffocate. I have only struggled with powerlessness. Everything that will pass in the past will be like a smoke Carton Of Cigarettes, like a smoke. Only that sigh did not know how many endless mournings came ou |
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