Real Life Women With Big Booty

thinking ...

In the garden that no one knows

Feel the rough skin.
A great cold in the soul,
makes it difficult for even a tear to fall down.
too much waiting around the corner,
joys that do not belong to you. This time
inconsistent play against you.
Here's how you end up then nailed to a window we
,
spectators melancholy
of impossible happiness ...
Many trips postponed and already

empty suitcases for an eternity ... That pain that you do not know what it is,
only he will never leave you, oh never!

E 'a shelter that uneasiness,
too much haste in your grow.
miracles are not made anymore,
not anymore.
Do not listen to those dolls.
not touch those pills.
That nun has a nice character,
we can do with souls.

I'd give you my eyes,
to see what you see.
energy, cheerfulness, to tear
still smiles.
Tell you, always,
and succeed in making you fly,
where you want, where you know,
without those burdens on the heart.
hide the clouds,
that winter makes you sick.
heal your wounds and then
some teeth in order to eat.
And then to see you laugh, and then
see you running again. Forget
, some people carelessly forget
a flower on a Sunday
And then ... silence. And then silence.

In the garden that no one knows
You can feel the futility. There is great respect
cleaning
is almost madness.
do not know how it feels to hold,
gather here to protect you, and
dress and comb. And do not give up

whisper in the gardens that nobody knows how much life you drag
here, only
ailments, small anemia. We are nothing without
fantasies.

Sorreggili, help,
please do not let them fall.
Slender, fragile,
not deny him a bit 'of your love.
Stars that are now silent, but
give meaning to the sky. Men do not shine

If you do not have stars, too.
hands now tremble,
because the wind blows stronger
not leave now ... no. That does not surprise
death.
We are the disabled, who also had
sometimes we do not. Forget
, there are those who forget, absently

a flower on a Sunday and then silence. And then silence ...

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