domingo, 23 de noviembre de 2008

Chance


Where do u think I will be when u decide to look the way I'm walking now?

We will never have this beautiful situation.

It's exiting. It seems I'm thinking of you... in those lips I kissed someday, those hands holding me, that hair around my face that I tried to catch, that back saying good morning, our toes playing to be together, and that eyes that doesn't know what to do with me.

I miss that moment. I want to see you. You say you want to see me. But your so busy that I think u are gonna hurt me.

Something is happening. But the question is. Do u wanna make it happen.

We really have the chance.

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