quinta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2010

Part III

When I first saw you
You were below than normal
Not even just fine

And all of suddenly
I can't tell when
You grew on me

You seem to be so unreacheable
And by some points of view you really are
But by others you are as reacheable than the ground

How I stop all of this to become a blur?
Because all I have is the memories
Memories of a day with a situation that might never come back

My heart begs for a better treatment
My soul begs for a mate
I beg silently, with my eyes
Please, be mine.

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