19 ene. 2011

A Book’s love

I don’t want love
If isn’t in books
I know that kind of love exists
‘cause I had it and lost it
How did I know it was love?
It was simple,

I couldn’t breathe without saying his name
I couldn’t eat without having his taste
I couldn’t see without looking for him

I know it was love
‘cause I couldn’t think
about anything else that wasn’t us


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