You used to call me your angel, said I was sent straight down from heaven; you'd hold me close in your arms. I loved the way you felt so strong, I never wanted you to leave; I wanted you to stay here holding me...I miss you, I miss your smile and I still shed a tear every once in a while and even though it's different now, you're still here somehow. My heart won't let you go and I need you to know...I miss you.
"...la escritura puede ser mi guardia o mi jardín, depende del estado de ánimo que esté pasando. Para el dolor, es mi guardia."
10.11.2009
I miss you.
You used to call me your angel, said I was sent straight down from heaven; you'd hold me close in your arms. I loved the way you felt so strong, I never wanted you to leave; I wanted you to stay here holding me...I miss you, I miss your smile and I still shed a tear every once in a while and even though it's different now, you're still here somehow. My heart won't let you go and I need you to know...I miss you.
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