Maybe out of witchcraft, out of sorcery or out of wisdom, I’m not meant for this love custom. Maybe I’m meant to be a lover and not a keeper, a passionate lifer but not a steady dancer.
Maybe I’m meant to be a compass but not a willing accomplice.
Maybe I’m meant to create incredible memories, but not to endure lifetime experiences.
Maybe I’m meant to be forbidden but not forgotten, to be isolated but temporarily and brutally exposed.
I’m meant to be vulnerable if not selectively sheltered.
Maybe I’m meant to be an intense companion but not a life witness…
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quien cogerá tus riendas?
I have had thought that about myself almost every day.....
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