When you are gone, it feels like thousands of razor sharp blades cutting me at once.
I feel weak when you are out of my sight,
scared of the unknown and afraid of what could happen to my beautiful beloved.
When you are near me, I'm overfilled with love.
When you kiss me, I feel blessed and trapped in the land called paradise.
When we get more immotional and touch each other, I ignore every existing thing, but you.
Skrevet d.
3. december 2006, 20:10
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