They say we are not capable,
to see the flaws.
We, good people,
us, in love.
They tell us we see
Things that “don’t exist”.
All of this,
do you know why?
Because they are afraid
to be wrong.
Many people
He is more afraid,
to have questioned,
their idea.
More than anything else.
Because you know,
if you can,
that they boh,
do they consider a failure?
They fail too.
And, if instead,
people show us certain sides,
why do they want?
What if we saw those sides,
better than others?
We are perhaps alone
Of the madmen,
or, we are simply,
much more concentrated,
on our object of interest?
And therefore,
who ever says,
that external opinions,
are they reliable?
In conclusion,
the time we often waste,
talking to other people,
it’s huge.
Since often,
people have been me
told by others,
perhaps by the envious.
I see no other reason,
to speak behind.
And I want to entrust myself
At the idea of who I saw
And what I’ve seen,
and I see,
before me.
And I don’t want anymore
To pretend to be proved wrong.
Perhaps, only from the direct interested party,
but not others,
who have embroidered with it
a storytelling.
And so, yes, I rely on
To these “misconceptions” about her,
and sticazzi.
In the end who can say,
if it is as “others” say,
or if it’s me,
to have seen sides,
what others ignore in her?
Something more genuine,
and essential.
Something that goes further
Physical aspect.
Something that makes me feel good.
And then, seriously,
it seems to be really “Belen”,
when in reality,
we are talking about a girl
normal…
That seems unattainable,
speak for yourself,
I want to win.
And I don’t see
because a normal person,
someone like me,
must have more than me.
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