quarta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2014

Smells like teenage lust - part.1

I want to grab your face
in my hands
and kiss it all over it.

I want to wake up
in a Sunday morning
and make you a breakfast.

I want to walk around
holding hands 
with you.

I want you to call me
when I’m feeling 
not so good
and tell me you’re here
and there is
nothing
to be afraid of.



I just want you.

Por Mariana J. 

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