vineri, 18 februarie 2011



I don't like sour limes,
And it's hard to breathe sometimes.

The sky disturbs me when it's dark,
And I can't help but compare tomorrow
With a shark.

I seem to never sleep enough,
And being alive is often rough.

I don't like to fake a smile,
And ...well,every look I meet
Conducts a trial.

I'd like,for once,to feel just right,
Not stand aside,seal my lips,gasp for air
In fright...

3 comentarii:

Ada spunea...

pot sa mi-o scriu pe perete? <3 brilliant

Adriana spunea...

:"> nu merit o asa onoare...

Ada spunea...

:-@ :*