A little rain inside me, a little pain inside me. A little dose of mellowness to compromise the life, in a precise amount.

-Self-Quote-

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

With You. . .

 
What is the future made of?
The sum of all fears, tears? Happiness, smiles? 
 
When does it start?
The day when you laid your eyes on me? The day when our smiles met? 

And that to be with you in my future,
what does it take?


badly written by Reis's di 8:47:00 PM
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