azul es el color más cálido.

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oh well..., this is a truly sad conclution: Im'fucked. fucked by love.

i thought i was pretty mature like to losing my mind when i see something i want, but i was wrong. 

I cant remember very well the moment something change in me,it was like a shooting star, but i only can remember everything after this. 

How can i say that i really lose control when he look at me with those eyes? the way he do, sometimes...just sometimes it wake up something in me that i want to keep for a long time, thats why i like being around. Holy shit: i'm really  fucked.

why dont you notice? we've been pretending we dont know what's going on,but we both know pretty well, maybe you think the same too,  I should kiss you when i could, but i was too afraid of love. Time is running late and it wont stop, we should do everything our heart is begging for.

Love is a bitch: it makes me confuse, makes me wanna live also makes me wanna die. it makes you brokenhearted or really really happy.

you realize you're really fucked when everything you want right now is just sitting there, waiting for him to come and dance some songs of ''cigarettes after sex'' in the middle of the night while nobody is watching so i can feel him breathing and just...stay here, doing nothing.

but if he only knew...if i only knew something.

i wish you could love me the same...but i cant make you love me.