So here we are, falling down into oblivium. To begin the end with a thought, permanent dejá vu. Forever in love with you.
Take the hook, a first choise that will forever pervail. But she knows who's holding the line, so i pull the string until she is mine and sweat comes with this need for as long as we can. Pleasure is our demand as we colour our frienship for the end. The longest thought that leads to nowhere... and i am left there. Alone.
The memories that keep warm are the same that get me lonely. Solitude as a friend. I am rust.
All rust. In the star dust.
All on the fellings that i lost in the trail of trust.
I got no need to think in heaven. I'm the Perfect eleven, the portrait of the longest shadow.
Star dust.. So beautifull in love. It is as i prefer in the star dust..
We're we go. Run with us.
segunda-feira, 6 de julho de 2009
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