sâmbătă, 21 noiembrie 2009

Porcelain

It's small, it's cute and blue inside
It seems it likes my dreams to ride
Into my soul it tends to glide
And when it does my hands are tied

She doesn't know the things I feel
For me she's more than sexappeal
To let her close my shell I'd peal
And make her feel this shit is real

I followed close for a whole year
Didn't give up, I am still here
As a stalker I stood near
I may be dumb but I'm sincere

I tried to leave the girl alone
Just couldn't do, reason unknown
By her aura I was blown
Into my mind her eyes were thrown



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Pioneză? spunea...

the porcelain face is broken.
frumos:).