car lights caress the lines on the road, I imagine your way lying under the moon and the trees, making fun of stars who can not so close to the sea, and you ... just wet your feet. I see that white line that screams I do not spend, is in the midst of silence when I start my look at the entrance to your back and down to your waist and ... lost. The light yellow lines caress your body, those that warn me you're still there.
0 comments:
Post a Comment