



Ours
Elevator buttons and morning air. Strange silence makes me want to go up the stairs. If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares, But now, my time is theirs. It seems that there is always someone who disapproves. They will judge as if they know something about you and me. And the verdict comes from those who have nothing else to do. The jury is out, but my choice is you. So don't worry your pretty little mind, People throw stones at things that shine, And life makes love look hard. The stakes are high, The water is choppy, But this love is ours.
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View profileDesajeitada. Incomum. Inconstante. Distraída. Louca. Sonhadora. Sensível. Forte. Silenciosa. Falante. Caretas. Medo. Amor. Di...
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