quinta-feira, 2 de julho de 2015

A sua mentira em Abril.

                Like a cat, you silently creep up to me. Your touch flows through my entire body. Meaninglessly, your words form a melody that I cannot comprehend. I seek the knowledge of reaching you, yet sorrow opposes my will. I began to realize I was a mere chapter in your complex history. Do not worry, as a chapter to be fold, I am nothing but gratefulness. You leave me with a broad smile, facing your whole essence ahead. I look up to you, only to find adventures astounding you. Breathe, my dear. Mildly walk the path you have chosen. Gracefully move away from me. Watching, as agony pierces me, your lovely back to decrease its shape. Do not vanish from my memories, is my sole demand. 

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