terça-feira, 6 de outubro de 2009

The history of a girl who felt in love

 This isn't a rare history. For time at time, somebody falls in love and sometimes this person don't match with her soul.
 The person stays disapponit and thinks everyone is the same. But is not like that. Everybody makes mistakes... including me, you, him.. We're a not the same. This is my history, could be yours too. Do you wanna know?
 Was a time, one, boy, THE BOY. He tooks my air, he always make me mad. OK, not so much! Always he's arround you'd see one big smile on my face. Take a look.
 He's name was... ok, I won't talk his name.
 In the first look, I felt in love. Love at the first sight! He looks me too, giving to me a big smile.
 Oooooh, my world crush down in this time.
 After a long time, he became a frien. My best friend and my big love.
 He didn't know... until somebody tell him. And at that time I really see: y world was crushin' down.
 He didn't want something more. So, he came right to me. We've to talk to eachother.
 He told me:
 " - I love you. I love you so much. I don't wanna hurt you. I'm your friend but I don't love you this way... I'm sorry."
 I don't say nothing but my two faithfuls companyons, my tears are with my, in my pink face. Really, my intencion is not cry, but but I couldn't.
 In the next day, I joined all my courage and go to talk to him.
 Going there, I stoped, proded him and said all the things that were saved in my heart.
 I spoke:
 Don't say you're sorry
cause I'm not even breaking
you're not worth the time that this is taking
I knew better
than to let you break my heart
the soul you'll never see again
won't be showing scars
you still love her
I can see it in your eyes
the truth is all that i can hear
everytime you lie
I woke up today
with a smile on my face
and a long list of gentlemen
happy to take your place
less trashier much classier
then who you prove to be
how longs it gonna take before
you see that she's no me
?
 And I went out, with a big smile on my face.


   

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