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It’s simply broken glass which strives
So hardly to get deeper and deeper Each piece mirrors a blue piece of my heart, a flame-like part of your face, another recognition of the fact that I…. cannot forget, I…cannot get over it I… love… adore, forgive once more and nonetheless glaze into glacial eyes. Chaste cliché, the word has subjugated my life. But, shall I abide in this dull world which in thy absence is no better than a sty? What I’ve got I shelter inside and still the question stays: how do I compete with them? Waning away like an open flower although they might deny it. What am I supposed to do now, when… everything that I thought was right, is wrong? They won’t help for their narrow strength arises such a solitaire an answer. So let my blue eyes be green once more, let me jump off that paved cloud with the bravest bird on my right arm and let him sing the song forever …”Did you really have to die for me?” Yell my name when I’m half way above the ground Do you think it will be worth it? I softly faint before you turn around Thy warm hands shall stop embracing my heart Only that memory of who I used to be, where I came from, what I offered you when everything looked cruel will live on your lips...for an eternity. Friday, 16 November 2007 12:58:59 |
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