| Many Things There are so many things I do not know, so many things I had not understood, as love, as a person, as the meaning of many things. Today, I know my happiness is intertwined with someone, today, I know not necessary to write a book to tell a story. There are stories that should never leaving his lips, and there are others that can only be said when it intertwine them. remember the last time we kiss, I was saying I missed you, and I think next time I will, I'll be saying I missed you. the last time I held you I said: here I am and my hands in yours I say I love you. Maybe my body better expresses my mind maybe my words reach you in a way that my body could not. But someday you will both be in with all this passion I keep, that day, nothing matters coming soon, because every time there is less to understand, that time is near, and makes my heart beat like never before, my body shaking, my lips and wait. I'm into you, so much so that I no longer notes, and you are within me, therefore you will never be able to let go. |
* A little less Noir, but not my favorite, that is # 7
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