quinta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2015

I´m screaming out your name
in the middle of the night,
'cause i'm afraid that
you don´t feel the same.
am i right?

How can your touch
be so hot?
how can i yearn so much?
for something
that i've haven't got?

Have i forgot?
how hard
my heart
was supposed to be.
Or maybe not.

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