Wednesday, December 15, 2010

How Much Do Sports Psychologist Make

Adagio



You told me to put the song in the beginning to combine words. I did. Besides how to spoil your sake; I can not. Then I leave from you, but my heart keeps me agkilomeni the floor. There. Hoping that one day you will look in the eyes and you'll understand. I'm here. That I can go. That makes no sense. Do not suffer anymore, and I see the crumbs over lunch. You can go and know. I do not want to leave. I do not want to lose you from my life. Caught in the eternal. Trapped in a vicious circle. I hope in time. The moment you understand the futility of expectation or the moment you realize that you belong here with me. By this time nothing. Time has stopped. Us. Whatever we are. I'm looking at you home. You're my home. As I said with mock remember; But in a crowded room with people, I saw you. Only you. The others were obscure. In whispered in the ear. I do not listen. You told me to leave. I heard. I'll leave when I'm ready, listening; This will read it. Sometimes. That might not matter. At least keep it like snippet of my love.


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