I finally figured it out.
I've figured out why I'm always that weird around you.
Why I want to run away at the same time as there's nothing I'd rather do than just stand there and feel the scent of your skin, to watch your beautiful face.
I can't be your friend right now.
You can't play with me.
But at the same time I have to run away.
Because you can't NOT play with me either.
You can't anything at all with me right now.
I don't want anything from you because I want it all, but not now.
I have to stop liking you so much before we can start talking
I have to stop feeling like my legs can't keep me up.
I have to stop feeling that my heart skips a beat everytime I see you.
I have to stop thinking about you for hours after we've met.
When I've reached that point,
you and me can talk.
But not until then.
I've figured out why I'm always that weird around you.
Why I want to run away at the same time as there's nothing I'd rather do than just stand there and feel the scent of your skin, to watch your beautiful face.
I can't be your friend right now.
You can't play with me.
But at the same time I have to run away.
Because you can't NOT play with me either.
You can't anything at all with me right now.
I don't want anything from you because I want it all, but not now.
I have to stop liking you so much before we can start talking
I have to stop feeling like my legs can't keep me up.
I have to stop feeling that my heart skips a beat everytime I see you.
I have to stop thinking about you for hours after we've met.
When I've reached that point,
you and me can talk.
But not until then.
2 comments:
Saludos desde lejanas tierras:
Le escribo para invitarle afectuosamente a que lea el último artículo que he colgado en mi blog en relación a cómo se las gastan aquellos que en mi país; España detentan las llaves de la cultura. Todo esto a raíz de una corta intervención radiofónica (que podrá oír si así lo desea) en la cual sale a la superficie una serie de cuestiones que al menos por estos lares, no muchos tienen el valor de “atacar”.
Disculpe mi pésima traducción… no sé inglés.
Un saludo desde tierras canarias.
Greetings from distant earth:
I write to him to invite to him affectionately to that it reads the last article that I have hung in my blog in relation to how those are spent that in my country; Spain holds the keys of the culture. All this as a result of one cuts wireless intervention (that will be able to hear if therefore it wishes it) in which leaves to the surface a series questions that at least by these lares, many do not have the value “of attacking”.
Excuse my terrible translation… I do not know English.
A greeting from canary earth.
wow... nice your blog...
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www.dalvindoorlando.blogspot.com
Best Regard,
OrLaNd
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