If I had the courage I would tell you what I feel. I would go to your house, ring the bell and wait for you to come out. I would smile at you, and then I would just say those words that have been in my mind for almost a year: I love you.
I love you more that you can imagine. More than I can tolerate. I deeply love you. I keep a secret with me that I´m dying to make public. N o one knows, but I think of you all the time. my head is full of annoying bees that work all day long wiyhout resting, taking the nectar of love. If I dare to make them go, they´ll be fiurious at me. they´ll throw me stings full of poison. the piposon of love. That sweet poison that I´m used to, and that provokes a slow pain. you are my poison. you are my reason to be alive.
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