don’t Gooo!!!!
We couldn’t be from the bad ones pretending to be good. We couldn’t say don’t go when we love it so much, it’s going away anyway, saying don’t go is nothing but a new disappointment. Does it rotate or not? Will it ever come again? Even if he knocks on your door eventually, will this cover his shame? Are you going? Do not go. If I say go, you’ll get hurt. “Don’t go.” I know that people want to be loved even when they go…
I don’t want to see you later. I especially don’t want to hear the click of heels. Then tell me that you love me, but don’t call me. When I see you, don’t look at my face…
Some things that are a bit pointless are not in instant business time. I dreamed of grapes the other day, you love them very much. We moved to other places. I don’t know when he turned off the light in the room. Now I sleep before you, how comfortable is the bed, how comfortable…
The pillow is the paving stone you know, while you hold me everywhere, where should sleep hold me…
Just think, if you leave, think about what will happen if you go, but don’t come back. The thing I feared most was getting used to your absence; it was too. Now I’m asking if this is how it ends. The so-called endless things and the moments when you feel completely finished.
- And how can someone else like you…
- Will you return?
- At least walk the same roads without me…
