domingo, fevereiro 8

Little song blue

rain keeps falling on my bed
i dream of the colors i can't forget
but the train it's oh so blue 'n gray
'cause it keeps on carrying you away

many times i thought i'd remember forever
but memories are oh fading from my skin
and i keep on gettin' older
my heart pretends to grow colder
as the summer makes sand of all the leaves so green

and i don't hear you speak no more
but surely know how it feels oh so smooth
yeah honey, life happens - maybe some other time
when we're both cats under the moon

but i just can't happen to be a ghost
though we're lovers made to let go.

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Anônimo disse...

desde quando você está lendo shakespeare pra fazer sonetos ingleses?

ou pelo menos quase...

ps: que bom que voltou a escrever depois de um hiato enorme =D