terça-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2010

Sunrise and Rainbows


There weren't any rainbows
But there was a sunrise
A beautiful sunrise

domingo, 17 de janeiro de 2010

Blanket Off

I don't miss the people going out to lost theirselves
I don't miss the talk in the white and red room
I miss too little close to the present
I miss too much far away in the past

It's hard to hide myself in a blanket
A blanket that comes straight
Straight to my real life
That isn't straight at all

That's why I don't miss my words
Because they're a lie almost all the time
I've covered my mouth with this blanket
And only few people can take it out

Will you take my blanket off?