Papyrus

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato

Friday, August 7, 2009

さようなら

Para tí, y solo para tí...

I made my place by the door
I didn't know what I was waiting for
It felt just like home
Except no grass, no yard, no pictures hung

I could see across to the park
And there were friends
They were laughing hard
They looked just like my own
With no face, no name, no voice I know

I finally made it
I made a clean getaway
I finally made it
I made a clean getaway

I met someone at the bar
He had a great smile and a great heart
It felt just like love
Except no fear of losing and it wasn't tough

I finally made it
I made a clean getaway
I finally made it
I made a clean getaway
And I miss you
I miss you every single day


Me pregunto si pronto dejará de doler...

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Littérature D'Horreur

"The last man on earth is sitting alone in his room...
all of a sudden, a knock on the door."

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Πρόταση

"The only place to go once you've hit rock bottom...is up" :)

-July 14, 2009, 01:54pm