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".