You pinch my heart
To see if it's hard
I gave you my feelings
That part is hard
For you
I almost sold my soul
That part is sore
I always say never
But I'll be with you once more
As my scar tissue in the heart
Transforms into living tissue
I know I'll get there
You will too
So our last kiss
Will be tender and true
quinta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2008
sábado, 16 de agosto de 2008
a flower ( o meu primeiro poema em inglês, ao som de Sia - Breathe me )
greed and power
crushed a flower
where sould she have been?
if death let her be
how would she be
when she blossomed
a tender mix of colour
and scent
and now she's just absent
crushed a flower
where sould she have been?
if death let her be
how would she be
when she blossomed
a tender mix of colour
and scent
and now she's just absent
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