marți, 15 ianuarie 2013

the air become so cold ,
since you've been gone
and the words
are kind of worn .
as all the songs i've learned
since you've been away ,
as all the nights i wait
you to disturb my silently stay
as all your sights and smiles
there, back in days ,
and all my toughts
are senseless now ,
and all my life
is priceless now ,
and now,
the death is hurtless.

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