lunes, 15 de noviembre de 2010

Maybe after all you were right.

I’m wrapping your soul with my snake eyes.
The ghosts remind me I’m a sinner; hopeless.
Your Heaven feels so far than mine.
Yesterday I realized this can go so wrong
and I don’t want to try, it doesn’t make sense.

2 comentarios:

  1. I wonder what time it was when you wrote this one...

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  2. proferí , sentimiento que llega a la soledad...
    supongo!

    y payaso suena bien... (comentario en mi blog)

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