| = to be revised | Luminita Suse [30.Jan.05 02:40] |
| with the hands on ure face Just like a new mask U hide from ureself U knee and u pray Like an ex-child To a next god with ure clumsy smile drawn by mistake u love a right handed which u ures to despise U dont even smile or wake up anymore Early mornings to touch his face... Ure an ex child with deep marks From now ull feel sick When u cry,when u laugh U knee and u pray Like an ex-child To a next god u have no one with u No dear voice But ure saying ure well Without me knowing to No dark clouds Bring the rain anymore Like a final prayer Of what u used to adore U | |