I'm glad (you can't hear me cry)

A couple things I miss:
The way you grab my lips
Or when you put
Both hands on my hips.

I know I make poor rhyme
I doubt that's a crime;
I simply want you
To be mine.

Maybe our time has past,
Both of us need a rest
And I hate to say "but",
But you calm down my stress.

You went here on july
And we had no time to pass by;
I know 'cause I count
And you're still being kind.

Forget about how hard it is,
Just pretend we're like the sea:
Don't try to figure out,
Just enjoy as far as you can see.

fala

Minha pele arrepia
quando o telefone vibra.

É a espera de um nome
na tela do telefone.

Meus dedos congelados
doem ao tocar o teclado.

A dúvida me devora
e não sei o que fazer agora.

Você não me pertence
mas quero que você repense.

Que diga sim mil vezes
e que me aceite.

Talvez eu esteja esperando
ver o seu nome piscando.

Talvez seja minha vontade
de te ter mais que pela metade.

Entenda que não é ciúme,
mas você virou costume.

Avisei para não me mimar
mas você não quis parar.

Agora não fuja de mim,
eu mesma darei um fim.

Desculpe se te assustei,
eu também cansei.

Se não for agora,
não era a hora.

hold me on u

Bite my mouth.
Lick my neek.
Left me wishing,
oh, such a lack.

Hold my tongue
so I'll shut up.
And then you'll do
on me your stuff.

My silence will break
at each moan.
In the deep of
my throat I'll find some.

what I will do

I won't let you
be worried about
the way my mind
works out.

I'm going to kiss
your young lips
in front of them
'cause you want this.

You will put your hands
on my older waist.
I'll be ready for you
and wait for your taste.

allow the clichés

I need you so much.

Your shy smile.

Your voice
telling me
not to cry.

I want you so much.

Your lost look.

Your quick fingers
running through my
messed up hair.

I want you to be rough.

Pull my hair down.

Make me feel sorry
for being such
a bad girl.

I want you to be clever.

Allow the clichés.

Send me flowers
with a card asking me
to take my clothes off.

rivers on my blush

Pretend you can't see
the rivers my tears
has drew all over my
blushed face.

Why did you made
me cry along for
your premature
leaving?!

I didn't had my
chance of painting
a smile in your
pretty young face.

leak and scratch

You're my brand new
piece of heaven.
I'll fall in love
fearing no floor.

I'll let my nails grow
to scratch your back,
bottom to the top.
You belong to my own.

You'll grab my lips
between yours
and make me beg
for more.

Senseless words
leaking from the
lips you bit
while dreaming me.