Scorpion flower, token of death... Curse the day, hail the night... Flower grown in the wild...
Saturday, April 23, 2011
...fabula(majestic)error
Simplicity in gestures
blow feelings beside
closed doors inside
a smile a hug a warm loving
shadows appart
sadness in heart
bleeding for a love
that never takes part
of his history
unfold your shame
unfold your proud
unfold your dreams
catch the true means
cut your wings
glue it on
try to fly over the fog
shine over me
screams never heard
shhhh... words dont mean at all
nothing can stop us now
like the fabulous mythic history
the end: live happy ever after.
can you believe it now
like you were a child?
over and out
...bye.
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