one poem I say on this white paper ,,,,,
may you understand this feeling ... ..
I do not understand what I feel longing that never so great I love you more than you know walaw you never know ....
While your jokes and laughs make me a shackle as if this heart becomes pained name I realize that owning you is a gray dream ......
I try to survive in this story this heart walaw keep crying because jealousy jealousy until I think to go ,,,,,,
the heart is so longing when you are far away this soul is so shackled when you are on the side but longing that I cried the soul that I have I must understand that I must go carry a million wounded heart and I start to dare that ourselves already have that ,,,,, ,
I can not bear to see you crying walaw I'm hurt when you're happy with her but what power I can not power, I'm just a human being able to smile to cover the wound ,,,,
yes robb ,,,
let me go carrying a wound in the heart give me the power to forget it and give me a little time so I'm used to breathe without it ,,,,
yes robb ,,,,
tonight tonight I shed tears on the top of a small heart and heart I speak hopefully he is happy slalu and my little heart began to realize that I already have a heart poet who can make me happy ...