Dec
7
The Dreaming in the Heart Garden
December 7, 2008 | |
now, it’s time to stop counting the days the days without edged that more and more torture me long time I have crossed the memory desert in the beautifully shining of yours eyes the beautifully smiling of yours accompanying my step to walk along the road of the heart garden carving the memory with you now, it’s time to stop counting the days that torture me I have exhausted to wait for you in full of disappointment so overwrought on the beautifully roses save thorn in the beautifully heart garden actually only the dreaming the thorn, my dear how a wild to hurt my heart so I realize that everything is only the dreaming because I fail to possess you you are obviously not my possession and the waving of your hand: say good bye so much tear the hurt in my heart good bye, my dear don’t you go back in to may life forever
