Saturday, September 12, 2009
They never had enough looking at one another.
They kiss and they touch.
Time seems to stop for them.
They lived in their own world, romantically and everlasting.
I envious everything that they had.
Everything seem so near yet so far.
My love are always bounded by emotion hurdles
that never seems to heal.
Am I really that unacceptable?
I wonder...
}} PARIS 4:12 AM
