sábado, 24 de octubre de 2009









Your promises, they look like lies;





Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife.







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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.