Thursday, January 18, 2007

I´ll die like a poet
Into the words I´ll never say
The corners know me from somewhere
Sitting on the loft´s floor
Wearing clothes you´ll never wear
It´s so strange that you love me too
When did I love you?
So don´t be ridiculous sweet darling
Unlike the awakes I´ll dream some more
All the things I try to do looks like failing
A cheer with coffee for what we were
Says the experienced I´m so flink
To my poet view, it´s all so blue
It´s a shame to magnify the way they think
And simply love more than what I should..


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