Stolen from Grandma
I know I belong to you.
In your arms, my soul is silent, all the rage, all the sorrow, eclipsed.
I used to dream of perfect lines, but now I just want to fell in your eyes.
And live our life.
Why make things complicated when they don't have to be?I know I belong to you.
In your arms, my soul is silent, all the rage, all the sorrow, eclipsed.
I used to dream of perfect lines, but now I just want to fell in your eyes.
And live our life.
Nice pic!!
ReplyDeleteAdorei, adorei!
ReplyDeleteEssa imagem fez-me lembrar a Luka dos Vocaloid (que falei no jantar) mas não sei se é...
ReplyDeleteQuando ao pequeno poema, adorei-o! ^^
Sorrisos,
Alexandra
Gostei :)
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ReplyDeleteEscreves mt bem Nádia. Realmente és um poço de criatividade.
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A foto é linda e o texto é um doce!
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Lindo ;)
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