Angels have no thought of ever returning you. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomiest Sunday, with shadows I spend it all. My heart and I have decided to end it all, soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said, I know, but let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go. Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you, with the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
- Gloomy Sunday -
Dreaming, I was only dreaming. I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here. Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you, my heart is telling you how much I wanted you.Gloomy Sunday..
si tu foto de perfil no fuese renovada moriría por sabes si estás bien, al menos se que seguís viva... algo es algo.
ResponderEliminarTe extraño a montones, no te das una idea, siento que ya no te necesito, pero aún así me gustaría poder hablar con vos.
Bueno como sea, te mando un beso y te amo amiga.