was a defining moment
And he was still black
The dreamer and the queen homebody live a love story that does not exist
is still the creation of the dreamer
He who sees while blooming on the hill, she has her face blurred
* * *
was a defining moment
In full day on the hill, she was sitting on the fresh grass, the wind brought the petals of flowers in her hair black.
I could approach him, we would have loved again without vacuum.
Daydream believer this music ... Agreements and lovers come together, there is no darkness.
Daydream believer. You, always: that I can reach, sought in tears and in childhood, almost-always-absent.
The light will go out on you, his eyes riveted on the heart that uses.
A daydream believer and a year home coming queen.
(written in 2008)
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