To him, by Maricely Subscribe to rss feed for Maricely

It's five o'clock it's and I can't sleep
thinking of you
thinking of your beauty
and what I couldn't do without you

This is my punishment
it's hurst like hell
I miss you so much

and I can't wait more until 
you come back
I know you'll may be bring some bad news
or may be good news

my life is upon your hands
my life depends of you
please don't thrownh it away

just so you know
I love you
may be you think 
that I love you
it's a sentence
which many  people say 
like say hi there!
or something like that
but let me tell you something
saying I love you to you
it's sounds for me like 
if it is the first time I'm saying it
or I've heard of it.

so remember when you come back
think twice the things
my future
my life
my love
depends of you


mary..love ya
Posted: 2007-07-02 05:20:16 UTC

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