Genggaman Cinta

Love grip

 

Rectorate next evening, the rustle of leaves rustle cheerful, bright smiling faces .... either for me ... or to their own hearts.The time was shifted, the front rectorate change color, feel there is sacred from the twinkle and a smile, either for me ... or to their own hearts.Strong shocks on the Richter scale was detected, flowing like Wasior, the tsunami devastated the tub ... moment I impregnated my heart .... residing in a volcano into my soul.The time kept stirred, my heart, continued to roam the beautiful hope.All flavors, all hope, I mixed up the meaning ... now I have fallen in love ...Will I hold this color with the hope of eternal hope.I will start this adventure with uncertain expectations.Home Rectorate my heart so inscriptions.Hot lava flowing on the slopes of the cheeks, eyelids snap back together vibrations and shocks occur when the twinkle and a smile formations ... but somehow for me ... or to their own hearts.I want to rebel ... but I likeI want to go ... but I loveI want to expel ... This beautiful yetBeautiful in my heart and mind.