viernes, 22 de mayo de 2009





You told me, my darling, without me, you're nothing.
You taught me, to look in your eyes, and fed me, your sweet lies.

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The things I do for love.

When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.