a girl i alwasy talk by the phone
With nothing of the perfect imperfection
Having just to fly in order not to creep
I dont want come back down from this cloud
Angel's voice, a dreamlike voice
I heard a warm dawn with her greetings
I heard a comfortable nightfall with her "ILOVE YOU"
Words that make me walk and not fly
When getting back to the ground,
My life will be finished
It wont be me anymore,
She will live in my soul
And I will live in her heart.
Poetry by victor carlos
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Written on 2005-12-13 at 01:10
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Another girl
Living in my gray cloudWith nothing of the perfect imperfection
Having just to fly in order not to creep
I dont want come back down from this cloud
Angel's voice, a dreamlike voice
I heard a warm dawn with her greetings
I heard a comfortable nightfall with her "ILOVE YOU"
Words that make me walk and not fly
When getting back to the ground,
My life will be finished
It wont be me anymore,
She will live in my soul
And I will live in her heart.
Poetry by victor carlos
Read 508 times
Written on 2005-12-13 at 01:10
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