vineri, 13 ianuarie 2012

opoezie

I'm sorry, I wanted to play,
This game of love as they would say.
And sorry that I had to cheat,
For broken hearts can't stand defeat.

You're water. But you grind my soul like sand.
I bleed all trace of life, until i'm just an Oasis in the open land.

So pure, so true; you're an Oasis too.
But there's no way to get to you.

cu dedicatie pentru "nu conteaza"
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2 comentarii:

  1. CriCri13 ianuarie 2012 la 13:33

    Minunat! :)

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  2. 001110100010100129 februarie 2012 la 16:19

    The road you travel
    Has no end.
    The feelings that you feel
    Shatter your head.

    If joined the game, play to the end.
    And as the water turns to haze
    And, to the end of time,
    Will wash the sand,
    Also a broken heart will heal itself.
    Remorse may turn to happy end.

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