My smile is not sincere ... no matter how often pretend to be happy. Your smile has opened my eyes ... that hint of compassion in her eyes, a tenderness that lies beyond those eyes so warm that always hidden. So please give it back ... give me back those days where the sun do not shine though, you were doing it instead.
"Tell me ... Do you feel alone? "
- Eh! Will you come with us? We'll a. ..
Those words never reach their destination ... that neither me nor excite me happy ... winter as cold as ice, as far as the smells of spring in the city. May the autumn rains will lead them to another place, and the icy winds
freeze "Tell me about yourself, under the moonlight, on the words that touch your heart ..." on your light view all ignored, on the nights you spend dreaming, and you spend crying. Tell me about the pain you keep, and that still does not stop you from smiling. Give it to me again, that smile that still reaches me in this darkness abysmal.
And finally one day you caught.
"Tell me ... Do you feel alone?
And the smile he had hoped appeared wilted like a flower which receives no care, but yet so sweet and sincere, incomparable. I hope my feelings reach you, those who see it reflected in your eyes teary.
you know? ... I speak of a feeling stronger than the pain of a bond deeper than the passion ... something so durable, so pure and honest ... eternal as the time we spent together, and I spent without you. -...
Tell me about yourself, under the moonlight, on the words that touch your heart ... He replies Someday
to hear me say ... and perhaps, with the changing seasons to find you again.
While you wait under the stars of silver ... for your sweet, but lonely smile still reaches me ... despite the distance of years, the changing seasons ... each full moon night I'll wait in the same place.
"Tell me about you, under the moonlight ... so one day I could find ...
Viva yo! xD second public input today @ _ @.
"Under the Moonlight" speaks of the loneliness . If it is something very personal, very me, so in part, is also something "Autobiography." I would like to illustrate a bit of that feeling. So human, but few people dare to describe in their stories, and even talk about it. It talks about love, hate, forbidden passions, but little solitude.
I would write something similar or at least follow the same line of argument that "Under the Moonlight." I think I'm good at this "describe" feelings, although perhaps my way of writing has many faults.
This story, moreover, is I want to dedicate to all those who are lonely, or afraid of loneliness . And tell them, even if they are [and all human beings have to accept it sooner or later], there is always a moment that can be grasped, a story that may have ... and a feeling to hold on to. We all have something good, something magic that makes us ourselves. Do not let loneliness become your enemy, do not let it become "dark."
[... Next time try to keep my corny pa the other day, little word of honor]
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