blood and chocolate
 
„ zambeste iar si priveste putin:orice pahar jumatate gol mereu e si jumatate plin ”
by: coryna-caramel
 

unless

adaugat pe 04 Iun 2009

My eyes love youMy heart loves youAnd my arms embrace youWhat is it?What does it mean when all my talk is about youWhat does it mean when Im living and not seeing except your pictureAnd my voice love, doesnt say except your nameWhat does it mean when all my talk is about youWhat does it mean when Im living and not seeing except your pictureAnd my voice love, doesnt say except your nameAhhhhMy eyes love youMy heart loves youAnd my arms embrace youWhat is it?Missing you and you're with meMissing you when you're far from meLove just tell me, What is it?What does it mean when wherever I go I see you next to me,What does it mean that your love is taking my heart, my soul and my mindAnd I never find myself unless you're in my armsWhat does it mean when wherever I go I see you next to me,What does it mean that your love is taking my heart, my soul and my mindAnd I never find myself unless you're in my armsWhat does it mean when all my talk is about youWhat does it mean when Im living and not seeing except your pictureAnd my voice love, doesnt say except your nameWhat does it mean when wherever I go I see you next to me,What does it mean that your love is taking my heart, my soul and my mindAnd I never find myself unless you're in my arms
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