Monday, March 14, 2011

Braces Colour Selector

words.

words, your nonsense.
Without weight, without consistency.
Throw in the wind.
hurt, make you dream, do cry.
Who are you do not know.
I'm wearing your perfume, the breath of a kiss is missed,
your hands tight on the hips.
I lose, I lose myself, I find you, I find myself.
Escape, chase you to figure out where I can get.
Down, down deeper and deeper.
Who do not know.
still your perfume I'm wearing, the stomach and closes to your breath.
's night I come home tired, with fear in my veins and the courage to say goodbye.

You can not play with people's hearts if you're not a professional, but I
care,
I do not tremble, it is only a bit of me that goes away.

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