Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The story of leading role

Memory, and morning rise the horizon light up a person's thoughts. The diary take don't walk out of the black rim of the eye, hide in the room of air lily. Photos of the hand, white smile so sweet, side face but lose yesterday. Silent attachment, not quit opium. Outside French oath, waving in the wind is transparent. The story of leading role, happiness lost piece together not completely. xtcxha dtiblog blog
In December, the first snow whirling during solidification, pure white in winter this season. All night long, quiet quiet to write about your psa. Tears in eyes, silently insomnia. Once, that piece of broken wet appearance. Long time no see, I heard you have a sunny day, still can be in her arms is tender. Stood on tiptoe, listen to the time ran aground, calculate not meeting place next time. Palm temperature, the time limit love travelling. When the dream you awake left side, breath is not fresh. Cover your line of sight, an empty world leading sad. Heart review several times, even if lost everything, also don't want pity. misjw blogspot blog
I and melancholy face to face, the product out late attachment. Attachment on the ground like you last half a smoke cigarette butts dejected well clear. Lonely each other in black and white, and the end, tacit key touching. At the end of the story went to say goodbye. Sitting before a double bed, asleep pink letterhead. Agreed, to recall the years fickle memorial. Finally silence is in order to offering love, will you remember me forever.

No comments:

Post a Comment