We’re lost, we’re distant. We talk of nothings and life, we fight the beast of changes and daily rewind. Always a struggle, always behind. I need so much, you won’t try. I know, you know. We’ll keep on pretending is fine. If you want me, you’ve got to seduce me. You won’t even try. Bored I can deal with: it’s fine. I need no problems (no more), but please, I’m burning inside! you’re freezing my heart, flesh and soul. Such a crime!
As long as I need you, do you feel I’m with you?
I have this tenderness for you, but it’s gone when I’m in front of you.
The thought of us is different, or maybe it’s me and all this things lost that make me so scared.
I feel safe ’till I don’t open. I can’t let you hurt me and I know you love me, but.
Being together is commitment.
Oh yes, it would be nice to be best friend, to lose ourselves into each other eyes, to be free and foolish and so lively! It’s not a film, it’s not a romance, it’s us: true, real and bloody bony fleshy life.
I know what I need and I understand it doesn’t matter at all, because staying together it’s a new creature and I’m really trying to feed it an love it and take care of it, so it will be happy and healthy ’till the end, and beyond.
Do you still feel my hands?
The gift of someone who cares.
Giving you pleasure, to hold you close.
Now, I go back to myself.
I have no dreams to hold tight, to believe in, no hope in Us.
I’ll keep going, as I always do. ‘Cause I know I can’t play games, this si real, as real as my bleading heart is.
I’ll take some boxes, to put my body and soul in. No woman of me is left outside, no dreams of kisses of tender hands, skin to skin, heart to heart, only the woman you can keep, the one your mom is I think.
No passion no best friend, as you said, you were so young! , no friendship between us, and I was speachless.. How could we be in love without it? And now … Years and tears gone by… With my dreams, my sorrow and confidence, that I never had…
Kiss you goodbye while I’m here, to stay, and only God knows who I am.
Said twice, to you, the same you.
And you get bored, always, impossible conversation, I’m not in your interests.
So, when I try,You get bored, than I stop, going on with this job.
Then you don’t like me turning off on you and you start chatting about balls in the air, or that’s what it shows to me.
Write girl, go on writing, build something in the clouds, tough.
I’ve got a plan.
You’re so tired, so worried and busy, but I’ve got a plan.
I’ll make you think of me, so you’ll remember us, this present life’s given .
I’ll be your thought through the day and night,
you’ll hug me tight and look for my touch,
I’ll be the love you’ve always dreamt,
Not easy,not sweet,
’cause I’ve learnt to know you,
but hot as hell.
Sometimes a woman has to think better.