Our magical night
Man come into my life.
Holding me, kissing me,..wanting me.
Then the sun comes up, together with our comment sense.
When we see each other again..there is this distance,
as if he didn't hold me so tight, that it was hard for me to breath..
Then sometimes, maybe even years later,
the sun goes down again...together with our rationality, and we re feel, re live 'our two' secret time together. We let each other know it was real, and that we will never forget.
Holding me, kissing me,..wanting me.
Then the sun comes up, together with our comment sense.
When we see each other again..there is this distance,
as if he didn't hold me so tight, that it was hard for me to breath..
Then sometimes, maybe even years later,
the sun goes down again...together with our rationality, and we re feel, re live 'our two' secret time together. We let each other know it was real, and that we will never forget.
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| Auteur: Sofia* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 oktober 2009 | ||
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