I proudly let you under my ribs...
Did not write to your face since a long period...
Since the young man broke my heart...
And your free time, perhaps it died...
I still love that you find me an hour between every minute and another...
Don't ask me how the time came to be this way...
My little face is too innocent to understand what you're going though...
I'm going through a very strange level...literally
I crave your face every time I wake up...
And then close my eyes them I see you , then I fall asleep...
I'm sure the wrinkles of your sadness is very attractive...
The first time I'll hide myself between your shoulders will be the first time in which to get angry and we are together...
