miércoles, 13 de julio de 2011

Illusions and disillusions.

Illusions and disillusions.

Sometimes it feels so soft,
so warm and charming flow,
but on the other hand I have none,
just a bare illusion of your love.

Gathering the roses I walk
as the man that lives for you,
but night comes and I am not
the one that holds you close.

This about being or being not
has me lost and kinda numb,
but if I do right and at time my choice
maybe at the end I’ll have you all.

Sometimes I feel so lost,
so dark and bit of low,
but on the other hand I have not
just a bare illusion of what’s love.

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