relax the waist

 

 

 

I am a person, in the corner of sitting for two hours, so I sit motionless, refused to talk to anyone, facing the blank page never wrote a word.

I like to stand, walk alone.The air flow tenderness such as water, occasionally a butterfly flying with great care, falling in my long eyelashes on, I just let it kiss me, afraid to scare it.It is occasionally to relax the waist, in the sun to dry the beautiful wings, wet, itch, touched by the moment, eyes filled with tears.As if it is my avatar, experienced in the cocoon and become a butterfly after hardships, finally can be happy and happy life.

I am not a brave woman.Never go look at a sunset, I fear those bright and dazzling in an instant fall.I refused the darkness of night, he could not take off, when I walk in the night, I hear a voice through space-time, he pities the shout my name, said to me: baby, your eyes are so sad, lonely for me.I listened, he can not be suppressed out big tears, although I can not see you, I feel you, you more than once to tell me, as long as you are in, you don't allow anybody to hurt me, do you want me like a princess's life, as long as I am willing, you can give me more than any woman to luxury happiness.

You said, just nodded to me, you will do!I hear these words, speechless tear flows first, dare not to see you, your eyes are called love and warm wet touched me.As with the horizon day, then a moment to heal my heart those folds.

I wipe the lip to bleed tears, shallow smiling at you, you promise my mischievous look, my this life, only will let you love woman.When I put one's foot down to those substances on the temptation, your heart is aching.Even heavy blame themselves, not in my side taking care of me, in fact, these words do not say, how can I know?How could I not know?You just want me like other ordinary woman happy life.But, how can you know, for a poor woman who only self-esteem, self-esteem is her only wealth, man's promise she would not believe, how dare this bet, she is really cannot afford to lose!

The whole city has roared back, this time I know, a person lonely and sad inside not experienced the cocoon and become a butterfly pain will disappear in smoke.It is I live, must endure and experience.