jeudi 20 novembre 2008

You know they try to take me away
But they'll never use words as well as you do,
The wall i built between me and the world
Was made so you can walk right through
I don't think you know how beautiful you are
How your pain runs through my veins
How i feel you being far
How you are the brightest of every star.
You are precious,
You are a winter night wrapped in white sheets with a fragile glass of wine,
I think the shape of your lips was drawn to fit with mine.

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