My love, feeds on the poison of the toads

There are times, which I think, that to be inspired love is a shit.
The whole moment thinking these about this person, you cannot forget of. You come to house, connect yo the computer, and see that also this one connected. You begin him it is necesary yo speak but it does not answer you.
It is as if my love, it was feeding on the poison of the toads.
Todays, spending it itself to this me. I do not have the colony of Thierry Mugler's "Angel" to imagine that it was enclosed in the castle of chocolate.
I sit like as a shit. In these moment, it would take a toad, and would torture it, in order that it saw since it I am happening.