terça-feira, 10 de setembro de 2013

cold foggy window

Looking through this cold foggy window I see all my dreams spilling away of my hands and gracefully waving. Sometimes I dream excessively and because of it I always seem so absent and shallow. I swear that I do feel, and I do dream of you. But I just don't say it, I keep it for myself since when I said it in the past I always got hurt and my heart won't take it again, so I hide myself from you and from all the people that are waiting for me.