River

Don’t you love it… how naive and silly love can get to be?
crowded with cliches and corny phrases
painting in violet all our paces and mixing always happy with sad.
Oh my heart… I have noone to love, and yet, I can’t help to hear you beating;
please remember what pain taught us before… no matter what You see in the movies
that’s only a sweet sweet lie… It has to be a lie.
right?

Made By:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The sight behind the dark

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