Waiting for the winter sun and the cold light of day, waiting for silver suns and golden moons... I had wings that couldn't fly and tears that I couldn't cry
My emotions frozen in an icy lake
I couldn't feel them
Until the ice began to break
lunes, agosto 02, 2010
I don't know if sunday night or monday morning;really doesn't matter,we're both lie in the dark dawn of missed love... the search of eternity remains delitescent.
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