sábado, 17 de novembro de 2007

Feelings

I dont feel prepared to you
nor to face the world.
I dont feel confident that you're the one
nor that "the one" exists.
I dont feel prepared to another love
nor to another desilution.
I dont feel confident on what I say,
nor on what I think.
I dont feel prepared to move on.

One thing that I feel?
I like you. That's something I feel.

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