lunes, julio 18

Lack

- Don't leave, swetie...

- I have to go.
It´s time to be again the one I usually am.

- See you, then... and, excuse me, if I don´t get up...
it's actually a real pity falling in love with the one you rarely are.

- Dream of blondies, J...
it's worse to love somebody who'll never be the same again...

- 'Touchè'...




While she looks for her bra in the floor of the bedroom,
I know I'll have a lack of her for the rest of my life
and I'm sure, as well, nobody will be worried about it,
neither She.


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