Nick: MoRpH3uS Oggetto: Poetry Data: 6/9/2006 23.51.17 Visite: 96
At my most beautiful I count your eyelashes, secretly With every one, whisper I love you I let you sleep I know you're closed eye watching me, Listening I thought I saw a smile
I've found a way to make you I've found a way A way to make you smile
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[p.s. si sente un po' la chiavica]
.:: Dream on ::. |