I thought I could walk my path alone.
But ...
I'm completely out of my destination.
The smell of your skin that stuck with me now.
I want to concentrate, but I can not.
The road is tortuous when traveling alone.
Why do I need to hold my hand and guide me.
In becoming partners, lovers and so share our secret worlds.
I look around and see the sun fall solitary.
I try, but I can not get you out of my thoughts.
I see the world through their eyes.
I try to hide, but soon I think you and I can not react.
Once me and I feel much like a flower inside which was defeated by the storm.
I am talking to myself, but the rain continues washing and taking me with her my petals.
I hope you go back and collect what remains of me ...
To save me from this situation and help me recover again.
Por: Andréia
