sexta-feira, setembro 08, 2006

lua cheia

no tears
just anger
you are on your own
left behind
no tears
just cold body remains
no trust
everything you traded for a glipse of the moon
a shooting star
no wish was made
alone to be laughed at
exchanged for
no tears were shed
a desired fantasie met no reality
being afraid
of what
of what
of what
it could die

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