3, 2, 1.. the rest is soundless, wordless.
the rest is the space between our bodies in that dream that i never
dreamt.
the rest + 5 are the number of times I've missed u since then.
the rest are the chances of survival we'd have if i picked up the phone
and let myself bend.
the rest are the number of times that i'll tell you that i love you.
dreamt.
the rest + 5 are the number of times I've missed u since then.
the rest are the chances of survival we'd have if i picked up the phone
and let myself bend.
the rest are the number of times that i'll tell you that i love you.
the rest + 1, that just went.
2 comentarios:
Leave out all the rest...better love at once.
Besos, mil.
Hermoso!
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