That kind of night, when certain nostalgia eats you
The hearts of those that at home stay
Analyzing their own existence and the others
They wonder what make their life so wonderful
Listening the annoying neighbor
Who celebrates his plethora before every Sunday
Imaging your friends ignoring their own existence and the others
Living what it makes their life so wonderful
If your emotions you put over the skin
Suffering is what you are going to obtain
But you are just about to telling it into her face
It makes you wonder about the logic of life
But you find out that that logic is under the surface
Is the “Theory about Everything” generalized:
What actually make things happen is not at the human sight
Because of that, hide your emotions
Whisper your pretensions and trust that everything will be okay
She is there, waiting
For you to be smart, and drive your emotions
For you to be different and understand her emotions
For you to talk to her, and make her fall in love.
Of course any mistake you don’t want to compose
You must be the perfect man, the one she dreams
The man she expects you to be
That man she expects from you is the surface, is a facade
Logic is underneath
The perfect man for her must be yourself, not what you think he should be
Not what she says he should be
But for being yourself, you must hide
Hide what you feel
Whisper what you want
She is going to understand
And she is there, waiting
For you to understand her
For you to be what she is waiting for
She is there, thinking about you
Hiding what she feels
Whispering what she wants
Are you letting life leaving in front of your face?
Don’t you love her?
Do not compose any mistake
She loves you
# posted by Fayder @ 5:43 PM
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