terça-feira, 11 de maio de 2010

Berries and marshmallows

I'm patient and I know you wait for me
You do it for me and I'm thankful
You know things aren't easy
They just are as they are

Your eyes that look like berries
are my comfort, and I don't scare anymore
when you say my mounth
tastes like marshmallow

But I'm afraid,
when you say that I'm perfect
and that I'm all you need now,
I don't even know really who I am

I do not want to leave you,
I know I shouldn't, even with my fears,
my pride
and my stupidities

You're special,
and it won't go away,
this is just an old letter
that will probably be here around my way.

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