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Wicked love.

February 2, 2009

It’s been a long time, since, the gray days, as i like the name them. the playlist has turn into a decadent parade of sad songs, the lights are softer and the nights are colder.

I’m between this naughty dessire of calling you, i know it might sound weird but i love, i really love you so badly. I love the way you kiss me, the taste of your lips, the way you look at me.

The days and the ones before you have been so difficult to forget, to left behind. i have never see your face but with every single morning when you leave my room and promise me to come back, you make feel alive, i thank you for being there for me. Why i can’t see your face?

You saved me, i was going to pull the trigger, you whispered in my ear, hope verses, you took advantage of me, i was a sad boy, then suddenly i was part of your wicked game, of your twisted sense of what love is. if this was your intention, why did you saved me?

I can’t see you no more, the voices are gone, i have to say that i feel more empty than i ever had, at least when you’re depressed you feel sadness, but what do you do when you feel absolutely nothing?

The last time you were crying on my grave, i was not dead, you have to know, whatever they say your soul’s unbreakble.

I love you. Or maybe dont.

“And tonight we can truly say, together we’re invincible…”

– Edu

In memoriam to the beloved ghost of nobody.
(PURE FICTION, similarities with real life are just coincidence!)

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