miércoles, 16 de marzo de 2011

Look forward

How long will it last? How will it end? How will you and I pass away?
You never admitted it. But I know you. I saw your moves. I can understand you.

I don't care you have a big crown on your head, I stare at your eyes. Why don't you do the same? I lent you my hand, but you prefered to hold your pride. I cannot help you more. I won't.

Hopefully, one day you will walk out the streets, you will close your eyes and let your feet lead you to the city's lung. The wind will kiss you, and the grass will hug you. You'll get bigger, higher, you feel no longer the same as before. Words in your head, memories in your heart.
Open your eyes, enjoy this freedom. Forget everything bad, you said that I should leave the past behind... Why don't you do the same?

You went out without being kicked. So I'm sure you will come back without being called.
I can understand you. You are not ready to be my friend. First, you have to forget...
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It's so funny that you don't look at me!
Hahaha.
Smile, dammit.

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