domingo, 18 de noviembre de 2007

The tragic effect of having love-stage paralysis




With eyes like no others
And a kind killer smile
You can draw the horizon in the second I distract
Tasteful heart
Sincere hands
I beg u:
Choose me twice not once ´cause the first time I won’t be able to realize…
I’m too stupid too clumsy
Too untrustworthy to love
So meet me in the middle till I count up to 5
And when I reach the first four numbers, try to close your “horizon maker artefacts”, wishing me braveness to call u tonight.



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