Arıána Petróva
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Let Me Go
I recognize the difficulty of true love which makes you to collect all your emotional baggage and escape. That difficulty, which leaves an empty space even for his sad periods. One difficulty that burns without burning. Love, learn, and then they tested until you get a draw love. No unknown. I recognized true love. Pretty soon. I stroked her she, remained silent, firmly shook me. Leave me alone, I screamed. I can live without you, but I don't want to. Can breathe without you, but I don't want to. I could be happy without you, but I don't want to. I learned that love is to give without expecting anything in return. I learned that there is nothing more important than freedom. Love don't live in a cage. Love lives at home. Under the sheets. In front of the door. Love is in the beauty of his dream. Love is in dispute, in silence, in the banging of doors. Love is the desire to spend time alone. Love is in forgiveness. Love is power. Power push you to figure that out, and then they soar like a feather. Love is a hurricane and storm, and each element of nature. Love has a name. Devil with Angel wings. He is hiding. Has the most beautiful blue eyes. Will recognize it. As long as you don't let his hand.
By Arıána Petróva6 years ago in Poets