miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2009




he was a skater boy,
she said 'see you later, boy';
he wasn't good enaugh for her.
Now he's a superstar,
slamming on his guitar,
did your pretty face see what he's worth?


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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.