terça-feira, 30 de julho de 2013

I really want to.

I want to admire 
the most obscure paintings that hang 
on the walls of your soul.
I want to feel 
the scars and the bruises 
on your worn-out heart.
I want to be 
the reason you go to sleep at night 
and wake up every morning.
I want to be there for you, 
like no one ever was and never will.


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