Moreno

When your heart is vacant, you feel any attraction to be passing by your eyes and tickling. Until someone goes and sees you sitting there watching everyone, then decides to also sit, pull it, you know, your charm. Other people pass you and try to get your attention, but not get it, your eyes are stuck with "him." You fall in love, surrenders. But then the undesirable happens, all the promises vanish like smoke, he got tired of sitting by her side, does not give more then you end up there one more try. Is that what you call love? When it ends, let the pain extends responsible for it? Love likes to leave marks, to be present, wishes to be remembered, seems to have such a big ego that does not want to leave his place be filled with happiness, only the pain, since it is so overlooked by so many.

[genterie]

[wlst]

[a-interrogada-deactivated20-blog]

[decision]

[xonada]

[embr4s4]

[doquenaosei]

[siberiianblog]

❤️❤️❤️

[poeta-bebado]

“E se por acaso doer demais, é porque valeu.”

— Cazuza (via aprendizdepoeta)

[high-birds]

[wildestlovers]

[florejus]

“Um dia você deixa de se importar e esquece.”

— Então vá em frente, diga adeus

[destroymylife]

[urrking]

[world-of-cats]

[kalbindenoperim]

[stephanie-santana]