I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Irony
Watching love movies she weeps and cries Forgetting in real she left me alone to die Rolling in bed… missing her in endless nights I whimper in silence… as life mine blights
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