Soft touch,
gentle look,
and is all a statement,
He freeze on the count of three,
for what he knows everything grow on tree,
Memories are something that gave us faith,
some sort of hope to an unleash demond
that manifest to all destruction thoughts,
We are human of needs,
that survive on affection,
such a distraction to what is priority,
Love is important,
but not more important than dedication,
his needs, her needs are selfishly place on
a thin paper that as soon as water hits
it will be destroyed,
Realistically speaking he is what he is,
nothing more, nothing less,
for it hurts to know that pain he drags
to interviews his mistress,
He means well,
but painful thought of his past
has destroyed the bits and pieces
that makes him,
Nothing worth then past is past,
and so i don't pass,
his needs are my needs,
i hope he understand,
Lust is hurtful to its taste,
to think,
nothing is set in stone,
but his tombstone he wishes
that state how greatful he was,
of everything he didn't have,
Childhood lost,
need of love,
and he font to love
what is not to love,
and no one can't judge,
he fail to hurt at heart,
and my heart loves him,
for nothing,
just
for nothing...
