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You were the boy whit the honey hair
I can still feel the heat of your lips
Caressing my frozen skin
I loved you and all the sins,
You had within your honey head.
Ref:
And now when your breath
Has wither away of a to early death
I can only sing these dragonfly thoughts of you
and hope that you ones felt like that to.
It would be nice to think you are an angel now
That the wings finely have grown out
But I can't say that I don't miss you
now that you are gone.
I have never been so alone
since the day you flew away.
Ref:
And now when your breath
Has wither away of a to early death
I can only sing these dragonfly thoughts of you
and hope that you ones felt like that to.
Sticket:
The sun always waited for me beyond the clouds
When we still had each other
When I still could feel you honey hair,
And feel the heat your lips.
Ref:
And now when your breath
Has wither away of a to early death
I can only sing these dragonfly thoughts of you
and hope that you ones felt like that to.
You were the friend I never had as a child,
You were the boy whit the honey hair
I can still feel the heat of your lips
Caressing my frozen skin
I loved you and all the sins,
you had within your honey head.
Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 01:01
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These dragonfly thoughts of you.
You were the friend I never had as a child,You were the boy whit the honey hair
I can still feel the heat of your lips
Caressing my frozen skin
I loved you and all the sins,
You had within your honey head.
Ref:
And now when your breath
Has wither away of a to early death
I can only sing these dragonfly thoughts of you
and hope that you ones felt like that to.
It would be nice to think you are an angel now
That the wings finely have grown out
But I can't say that I don't miss you
now that you are gone.
I have never been so alone
since the day you flew away.
Ref:
And now when your breath
Has wither away of a to early death
I can only sing these dragonfly thoughts of you
and hope that you ones felt like that to.
Sticket:
The sun always waited for me beyond the clouds
When we still had each other
When I still could feel you honey hair,
And feel the heat your lips.
Ref:
And now when your breath
Has wither away of a to early death
I can only sing these dragonfly thoughts of you
and hope that you ones felt like that to.
You were the friend I never had as a child,
You were the boy whit the honey hair
I can still feel the heat of your lips
Caressing my frozen skin
I loved you and all the sins,
you had within your honey head.
Poetry by Sofia
Read 487 times
Written on 2006-08-27 at 01:01
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