torsdag 25 februari 2010

I will never want anything so much

I feel you holding me without touching me. It is like you are there, looking at me, falling in love with me. Set me free. You are not really there. I try to make myself see but you are keeping me down, paralyzing me with your beauty, smothering my heart with what cannot be.

Beatrix Bernadotte

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