19 de octubre de 2010

Can’t you understand, oh my little boy?

Vows are spoken, to be broken; feelings are intense, words are trivial. Pleasures remain, so does the pain. Words are meaningless and forgettable.

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here,
in my arms.
 
Words are very unnecessary,
they can only do harm.
marco antiguo

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