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Autor: FelineHeart, (23/12/2011 - 01:31)
Don’t taste my blood, it’s poisonous
It’s full of fears and broken fairytales
Don’t touch my lips, they’re frozen of
The poetry of winter mornings…
The smell of tears can’t fade away
The hole in my chest isn’t gone
You’re a tiny ghost of my tiny past
But the pain you had left
has an immense weigh..
Fly..i can’t let you go but I have to..
So..goodbye.
A scris anotherme la 23/12/2011 - 02:32:29
So... you think he can fly?...
A scris FelineHeart la 23/12/2011 - 08:14:43
Nothing is impossible)
A scris fenixonu la 23/12/2011 - 09:30:00
winter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A scris suri la 23/12/2011 - 12:21:33
I like the poem, just one thing is not very clear, how such a tiny past can cause so much pain
A scris FelineHeart la 23/12/2011 - 14:55:03
Fenixony, thanks dear)
suri..thank you... it's not clear, but it's true..
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