martes, 15 de septiembre de 2015

You're so soft you ignore the knives, the kiss behind the light waves. There is a certain calm in the way you treat a lady; you don't know how to stop her hands. She could get hurt by the way you refuse her, so you let her. 

And the sky is the same blue, so it is the feeling of a wanderer. Waiting everyday for a piece of something no one ever owns. But you let her.

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