Tonight, Heartbreak And The Taste Is Never Ending
Good evening miss estuary. Are you tired? Come here. Resting on my lap while I tell you a story about two people who waste time for a showdown not quality.
My woman, hear me...
Tonight transformed eyes twinkle like a dense yet sparkling. In truth revealed, there women was crying because he can not express disgust. Translucent grains no longer flow but still sooty. He sat alone chew the remnants of trivial wound he vituperation not granted.
A woman turned his back and waited, letting the woman at peace with his own.
The woman hugged the man who was half naked from behind. Let the whole heart and nothing that can not be expressed at all. Rentanglah shoulder of the man, let disguised behavior of women who no longer dared to deify emotions.
My women, reflect for a moment...
They sit face a deep, embarrassed on the promise that has been ruled by anger. Slowly men snobbery paraded far though both are not insulated. He polishes the remnants of gray to back clean dust-free. Tonight they should be more beautiful than a fairy tale princess.
Hope (Asa) has spilled all white with cotton - like softness of cotton scattered. Celebrate them on all night until exhaustion.
Some things are better if it is not known at all. Because what the man trying to do so much more than just everything must he give ( ikhlas ). She opened the little blue curtain to look at the sky outside.
"When it rains ? " He recalled the first time both of them lay exhausted Accompanied by rain splash wet. It's been ten months since many years of runaway fragile. All already intact. All the already strong.
My woman, now go to sleep...
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