segunda-feira, 26 de março de 2012

She



She lives...
crawling under my skin
she lives and forgives
and she slowly gives in

She cries...
neverending salty tears
she cries and she sighs
lies that last for years

She smiles...
it cuts through her face
she smiles and defiles
what you want to erase.

She sleeps...
in dreams she is free
she sleeps and she weeps
because she is me.

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