venerdì 10 luglio 2009

Sighs

I'm sitting here,
on this cold floor with my legs resting on my chest
trying to reflect.
I think of who I'm away,
who is no more,
and then I think
I'm falling in love
but I don't want.
I try to resist more and more attractive to me.
We are too different

As the sun and the moon, it is impossible to meet.



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