Shut Down!

Everybody has a weapon that defines us!
I`ve got mine, my words, my expressons and my writing.

Without that i am nothing at all, my brain, my body and soul just shuts down.
If my words dont say a shit, them nothing else matters.
Game Over for me!

It´s surely a defect, but also part of me.
Unfortunately defects are do be tolerated or denied by others.

Your sweet personality

You`re the sweetest and natural person i have ever met, you`ve got the streng of a leon heart, you´ve got the honey that a million bees can get, you´ve got the smile that makes me chill, you natural hands just flip up and down and round to round to make others understand you, and makes me stay smiling and observng you.
You speak some way that sometimes nobody understands you, but it is so cute that it makes me try.
You are not like others that tell storys to impress, all your storys are just so natural as you are.
You think you talk to much but i adore every word you say, since old untill your daily storys.
You fucking stress me with the time you take to dress up, but you get my eyes shinny when i see you so beutiful.
I love your side litle hole that you do when you smile, it makes my hands hold your face and kiss you carefull. i miss your hug that lasts several minutes and heats my heart, i like you swollen eyes when you wake up and look for me for a kiss.
I hate when you pass to many time without asking me to go see you, i hate to decide if i should go or not, or leave my conscience decide that he can get blery selfish thinking in the sofa and the book i can read with the fireplace heating me up, just because the travel is going to be cold.
i love the way you encourege me, i love your apolagys, i love your thanks. i adore your kiss, your flirt, the way you take care of me, the way you worry with friends and family, your responsability, but i hate when you invite me to go somewere and them we dont go, i hate you indifference after you got hurt, but i even like the way you get when you´re drunk.
As you can see a life lived by two is not easy, and not everything is the way we want, but life gives us the opportunity to seek our feelings hoping all the bad things, or just stand there, next to the obstacle without taking the risk.

so will you give me back your hand so we can jump?

Nao existem estradas paralelas no caminho que eu segui!

Recuso-te, näo serei tua ainda... Eu sei que me farias feliz... Até haverá dias em que te procuro, sem dar nas vistas...
Insisto, insisto.. insisto... devagar eu sei... olham-me de lado, näo percebem, que interessa?... Näo te receio.... näo o digo a ninguem... há algum tempo que näo pensava em ti... é um segredo meu, as vezes sonho alto quando estou sozinha... os vizinhos nao o ouvem, näo passa dum sonho... Näo voltarei a tentar, nem pelo prazer de te conhecer, nem por ninguem... chegarás um dia, poderá ser amanha... poderá ser daqui a vinte anos, duvido.... Näo Interessa, para mim já näo chegarás, por consequência das minhas escolhas
Lamento baixinho a incidencia dos acontecimentos, mas deixo-te ir, já näo insisto, já näo te mereço.