Format by destabilise.
I know his qualities
and his flaws and every detail of his face, I know all of the
callus of his hands and I know the path that his feet have
traveled. He is not a character in a book, his hair is not always
a messy in a beautiful way and he don't treat me as if I were
made of precious stones, sometimes he say things without
thinking and leaves me with unexplained chest pain. He don't
know, but I wake up two hours early to do my hair and pick the
best outfit, and all just for him. He also don't know, but my
favorite songs are just my favorite songs because they remind me
of him. I feel complete by his side, even when he hurt me and
leave me in the deep end with nothing left, I want to be looking
at him, even bleeding to death. At night when I lay my head on
the pillow I think if he are good and what is he doing, and if he
is thinking or feeling this way about me too, i'm even a person
of an unshaken faith, but I pray and infinitely hope, I beg for
an God, to make his heart beat in peace. Hold his hands makes
even the coldest places of my soul catch fire, look in his eyes
makes me want to live forever, even in this horrible world, I
bear anything just to be able to look in his eyes for eternity,
when I make him smile my all world stop, I just stop listening to
everything around me and not even a single problem comes my mind.
He broke all my walls and SHOOK all
my dreams since the first time I looked at him.
REBECA PEREIRA, "LIEXT". SÃO
PAULO, 2014, MARCH 6.
LISTENING TO "ECHO" BY "BALANCE AND COMPOSURE".