Monday, August 07, 2006

When all that´s left for me is your words
You can make me live for them
Or your can kill me with them
Send my heart to fire
Or turn it to ashes . Easily, implied, under love, after sorrow.
Just as if i needed to be punished
And everything was meant to be a tiny moment
I don´t know which of your living spirits is noble and trustful
But im not interested in being the one that matters
Not even someone to criticize what you done
When everything that puts me down, is a matter of your words.

Kate Polladsky

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