My women are like a vase, it breaks easily when it falls, it gets stuck when repaired, it looks old,... Read More
My women are like a vase, it breaks easily when it falls, it gets stuck when repaired, it looks old, but it is never filled with water and flowers again. You should know when she rubs his neck thinks about how to escape from the crowd out of discomfort, that she doesn't like to talk in the morning, that when she feels sad she doesn't wait for inspirational words, she adds one and a half spoons of sugar to her coffee, that she has dreams that has never became a goal, that she loves when she get yellow roses, without thinking that it is a bad sign, that she hates when she is not listened to, sometimes she wants to talk, sometimes she is not understood,she is different, without considering that she loves you, she also hates you, because you don't understand her, they are never tamed, they never step forward, because even in the church they are called submissive, and they are always looking for owners. the little bird in the heart, she flies and feels a fear, they
