Thinking about my life, I fell a little bit stupid. Why do I spend my life loving you?! Everybody can see how you don’t care about my feelings, about my life, about me. On the other hand, I could give my life to see you happy and safe. “Love is a dog from hell”, Bukowski wrote in the past. He was right. Love is a dog from hell and I am there, feeling this fucking pain…
It's a Summer morning with a bright Sun in the sky but inside I feel sad. I look at my empty mug looking for an answer What am I supposed to do? Coffee smells in the air It brings me the confidence I need To start my day. It has no sugar It isn't sweet But it's hot and full of energy. I breathe and drink my coffee goes down to my throat And I know now I'm a fighter.
love is complicated to understand.Your blog is beautiful! kisses!!
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