My inspiration and his passion.
Even if I don’t love you anymore 
you seemed to be my inspiration.
My main thought I had, 
Laying in bed, 
At 2am.
You where the one and only,
The only one,
 I wrote letters too.
And I loved your passion, 
My love my inspiration, 
The things you did, 
You loved so much.
But when we had this period, 
in which 
you seemed to love me 
and  I seemed to love you 
and you were my inspiration.
Tell me please, 
did you have this kind of passion, 
doing things you did with me?

OCTOBRE/21/2014 10.10 PM*