Sad Afternoon

Sad evening.

Sometimes when we love, we are led by our passions, perhaps a bad thing?

I think we lie to ourselves, whether to conceal the other people

feel well.

I know that often make mistakes in defense of our inner forces, but as a rule this whirlwind we have inside, like a volcano when or whether to explode because otherwise we will sink us in hell.

Will we be silent? When we are hot and leave it for another time, which ultimately will be quiet because the memory of all social norms have taught us and we'll save our rights our sorrows somewhere in the minds of those who do not throw away the key to open ever consent flat but we hammered every now and then, as consciousness of our right to expose unused our point of view, our sorrows and uncertainties?

Will that society has so domesticated adults, when we try to express, leaving fear behind comes to the aid of another being castrating rules to tell you shut up, that shall say, hush do not say what you feel or you weigh twice as much.

Because I feel so deeply the things because I can not get your answers avoiding slipping so sad so many tears I shed only, because you defend your position clear, believing always be right and I lose my fear of corn.

So many times drown sorrows and thoughts that you were by my side, because otherwise if he persisted in my desire my impulses I lost my passion now I wonder at a new sorrow. I should have to face it or should I say I want this and there is no choice, now or I believe this because I'm not your respect your position but will never be mine

I love love love your skin, I love your smile, your eyes of heaven, adore and take care of me, but sometimes I do not think like you, and although you say you do not always accept it, is that you think is wrong.

Maybe what we need is not so difficult, but you believe that under the circumstances is not necessary.

Leave things in the hands of third parties to delay, it is indifference that is not caring what I feel and you come asking timidly at first, and then harder, but it's something that I have wanted to give up, tell it you win, but in corner of the things that saved one day may come for a second to my conscience told me and still you stand it?

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