I know not what these words may mean to you
What this touch , warm and soft, reminds you of.
I cannot deceive this smile, dancing and trembling in my lips
Everytime you take a glimpse at me
Everytime you smile back.
I can only think wishful thoughts
I can only breathe through this dream alive yet,
Mourning in softly blended sorrow
Greasing it up against my self-centered being
So tough, and yet so fragile...
Like autumn leaves I crack beneath your feet.
With a silent sigh of swallowed pain that tends to exhale from my mouth
everytime I say your name...
everytime I say your name.
quinta-feira, 27 de maio de 2010
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