Every time I breathed my breath in you, I passed only a bitterness. Perhaps the best water for you is the melody of the singing of nature, but to me is the unfailing conscience. Where I switched all words if the heart is locked but mouth speaks. Where will I get the heart if the mouth is locked but your heart is not your guard. One time you know, the tiredness that I changed into a mosquito net.
All of it gives an answer to your mistake, I can not explain it because it is not just an error, but I will explain it with my body language that I do to him. I do not want to compare you to her, but you are a pearl swallowed by the way you value women and I am helpless.
To me he is a pile of star stars that are ready to embrace when the night ahead without you blinded by night blindness. To me he was a piece of paper I was ready to pour with a deep-feeling painting. To me he is the light after your dark covers me. Hi clothing my heart, forgive me forget you.