Certainty struck me too strong
that I don't belong
here no more
Dust the castles we built
the storm became wind
your scent still is mild
and fills me with guilt
The letters yet bold
Love of my youth turned into cold
Your feelings were sold
but the price was too low
so go with the flow
Steal me a shiver
I'm still a forgiver
and jump into rivers
I swim to the sea
to see what is left of me
Sonntag, 28. Dezember 2008
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