domingo, 29 de agosto de 2010

Te amo, te amo

...she says to me. I hear the pain in her voice, then we danced untherneath the candelabra. She takes the lead. That's when I saw it in her eyes: it's over.


Then she said te amo, then she put her hand around my waist. I told her no.
She cried te amo. I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go.

My soul hears her cry, without asking why, I said te amo, wish somebody tell me what she said. Don't it mean I love you. Think it means I love you. Don't it mean I love you.

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