Little Love...

Apr 18, 2014 15:58

...every time you walk away...
...every time I think I might rid you from my bones...

There's you, holding my hand.
Kissing me like gasping for air, like a starving man...
And sleeping sweet, arms wrapped around me tight, fingers clasped all through the night.

With all the quiet forceful strength I craved...

...you sneak back in, every time you're supposed to be leaving.
...and I love you with every rotten bone in my body.

"Nunca me acuerdo de olvidarte
Nunca aprendí como dejarte ir"
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