terça-feira, 7 de setembro de 2010

erease the line you've drawn in my world
and think of all the waterfalls in our past.
rise, once again, from the ashes,
and be mine, at last.

let our sand castles fall and replace them with card towers;
don't think of our past future, 'cause it will never be ours.

it rains, it pours water from above;
is it heaven or is it hell, my love?

the kaleidoscope's lens shatters
and the fire consumes it, along with all the letters
we ever sang.

i'll bury you amongst the leaves.
i'll burry you, so far away,
in depths of the great sea.

in my box, your ashes remain intact,
remembering me of all the things i lack.

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