Rome
doesn't sound like a really peaceful home.
just it looks like i have cold and naked feet.
here i go, my notebook and my wit.
Rome invited me to come, and i've appeared,
but my cold heart in the south is getting weird.
no more going on and no more staying still,
cutting out all commands!sticking to my will!
i'm a rebel and i seem to be too shy,
i am dark as ground and i'm bright like sky.
i'm a dreamy girl and am as straight as saw.
i'm an inner peace and i'm an inner war.
still, i'm feeding Roman pigeons,
and i'm burning under scorching sun.
in the middle of unknown regions,
pretty happy just as never now.
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за душу прям тронуло твое мастерство
спасибо что опять начала писать, давно ждал
Де Линкс 23.11.2011 21:26 Заявить о нарушении