Os lençóis sem ti parecem lixa,
E estes olhos que fechados só a ti vêem...
Não conseguem desligar a ficha...
E sentem a ansiedade que os braços têm...
Desse nosso doce abraçar,
Que se teima a demorar!
Subscrever:
Enviar feedback (Atom)
-
I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
-
Well I can see you're giving up... Laying the towel on the floor, And packing your bags close to the door... As the bed is scarce of spa...
-
So time keeps clumping on into lumps of people Getting divided by different phases in your life... By all the awkward desires one has on sol...
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário