The Fairy Tale of Oppelia" Ringtone"
chapter 95 "if it was me"
sunday is a palace for him all gathered in the welcoming ceremony of guests in the city of memories of a strong sense of being blocked in the foundation of the dam of romance will not collapse and be destroyed but what if it rains and the storm of waiting within will be torn down and destroyed "if it was me" will be real , a book that tells a thing that cannot be explained with a charming picture or writing neatly arranged in each line and sheet but what about the title of the diary of a new repeating time until here longs and love, ideals, legendary in the tone of this heartbeat in the rain of waiting written in a diary
talk of love what it really is, what it's a lust, a passion, or an instinct, or a color, a fragrance," if it's me"
how a nuance pushes there and here oscillates as if unable to explain in school lessons is not lust, nor orgasm, nor desire but whether it is instinct "if it's me" love
all floating over without being able to write and say or in pictures
either all heated up like hot steam enveloped my whole world and I believe in every shadow the illusion of shaking the earthquake in its survival during the violent clashing of the waves crashing into your presence on the side " if it was me" lust
the blade of the sword that always awaits you back with the beak of lightning and lightning let me give you a chance to become real against injuring, cutting, cutting,slashing royally dancing nari in a song I now hear in a reggae bass remix "if it was me" Passion
love does not need to be said and expressed so that he knows now all star light members are expensive and luxurious to feel "if it was me" Instinct
a word that invites and forces to make a storm in this self is in the black pedestal of the valley in the soul of this word like
thank you, please , please , contact ,we, for , get, result , which , obtained, from, back , but ," they're so sweet I've never understood humans are so sweet and tender it tastes even sweeter than sugar and honey "if it's me" the color "
a book made of love would never have written the word love "if it were me" fragrant
I went first in the overflowing amorous dam flooding the house whose contents were a house without a leaking roof because the Hudus did not want the rain of waiting until this word"was free in God" back to scraping the foundation match so very strong in a question "explain to me the flood and your fruit"
but what power I have never found in the speed of my question and answer is whether this is real "do you give the color of charm "that I always long for in the languishing embrace of love ,I have always praised and adored warmly in the trees of love I want to return to you ,I've tried to glance towards the right and what I met gave the meaning of a name will be colorful rainbow is still in the trials that I went through by helping mom take care of your love until I met Padang white as white as snow with green water I said I also understand do not misunderstand me like this because you hurt his heart happy lover that he received made me feel a little strange with a mysterious smile from various sources, I love, I hate, I hate, I am jealous, I miss, I just miss, I run in a shadow that I can't touch ,try walking slowly so that I can meet give the flower a chance to wake up and sweeten the thorn of his torch to light a fire without burning goods smoke carrying this heart in tightness in every gust , every wind that blows no longer free in the snares of thorns brings a book created from love that there is no word of love and I try to jump in my steps until I can see the motion of the shadow it crosses in a magic bag with its power saying that if you want to escape don't blame me for always chasing you so blushing in my weary that it blackens the color of the heart in the leaves that cover the eyes and the light ,let me go, or die it doesn't matter ,is this your only ability to say that it is always on the side when I always try to be what you want what is only this ego in my conclusion ,open eyes not only see colors and lines in the light of life that I pass not far from what you know I am also like you what difference I also think about it and you say all fine, give me advice, give me a lesson, give me a lesson so I don't have to look down
just want me next to him
your sweetness wipes out the world of flowers
the lonely fox came to the prince
roses are just one in the story
refusing to quench thirst with words
books made of love have no love
the previous page fades the waves
give me your comment?
don't tell me I'm crazy, idiot, and stupid!
the shadow can never be caught
this heart touch in the heat of the hot steam
my world is more colorful and sweeter
sweet as sweet as honey and thirsty sugar
Without the word love, I now understand
enjoy the hurt and jealousy
enjoy the torment of him who is perfumed
try to give the moon firmness
why this house is still flooded
a house with soft soil
until the hard step I went through
it was hard for me to walk straight
until it was dirty, my whole body was
without the Hudus waiting for the rain
still exposed to flooding because the dam was flooded with rain waiting
do you give me your charm
why I feel free in God
why is the flood and your fruit without a real antidote
I only have one heart
which you should torture every moment
if it was me do you understand
if it was me what do you understand
if it was me what you chose
if it was me what I'm feeling
if it was me what I'd choose
if it was me what I understand
if it was me, I understand
don't tell me you hesitate to digest what I want to say
make a promise to have you
stay within his reach
