Crying

 I I'm crying

io confesses to me since the accident of his wife of his son that he did not think of reliving love me I lyi is said you are beautiful heap of anyway
him no
put my god
no sheet in sheet
not out of interest to pretend to be known as we already were
and above all im nora not see see if the grass is greener elsewhere for self-interest
I'm torn
to be in the vode like babyloe tour
is understood more
damn we still love each other
like the first day
but im does not look at himself and prefers to have isolated me dead of grief to his no return
I exist alive not dead
cjair and bones
it will be better tomorrow

he is nice sweet understanding patient I exist at least
it's me who counts anyway
live be love
he loves me
am at first sight
he's not going anywhere else
for nothing to show off
put my god
why am i crying.....