We were cleaning each other tears with our hands and kisses, and today we clean the rests of jam and sauces from our familiar faces in the comfort of our last moments.
The minutes to the departure which seemed to break us, never managed to take our sense nor patience,
as when things are so important that you hardly believe in their logic of attracting with a power that no one has given a chance.
I doubt I deserved this amount of joy.
But they doubted in the ability to take the suffer of what is unknown.
So perhaps we are all mistaken creating uncertainties and leaving too early.
And if there is more happiness on the other side of the gate... Then I only wish we could cross it together.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
We were cleaning each other tears with our hands and kisses, and today we clean the rests of jam and sauces from our familiar faces in the comfort of our last moments.
The minutes to the departure which seemed to break us, never managed to take our sense nor patience,
as when things are so important that you hardly believe in their logic of attracting with a power that no one has given a chance.
I doubt I deserved this amount of joy.
But they doubted in the ability to take the suffer of what is unknown.
So perhaps we are all mistaken creating uncertainties and leaving too early.
And if there is more happiness on the other side of the gate... Then I only wish we could cross it together.
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