There’s a trace
of something salty
running
on my face,
There’s a hundred
of thoughts
escaping
from my mind.
Million of days
seems to pass by,
it’s so lonely out in space
and so hard to say good-bye.
Mina rakastan sinua, erritain. Mina neiti jo.
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11.2.09 / 11pm
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11.3.09 / 9am
Ja to napisałam. Mój kopirajt. ;)
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I’m the king of my castle. I close my eyes, count to ten, and then my life appears to be tolerable, somehow.
I paint my life black or white,
Look, it’s difficult to describe.
Pile of words, little time.
How do we wane?
One smile, one frown
and tomorrow we’re gone.
Shake hands, wave good-bye
our life full of lie.
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