Author: No One
•miercuri, august 24, 2011
For all the words that I carve in you
For all the clouds that I seek

I miss the sun when the lights are out
I miss the trees when the colour fades
I miss all the moments that could've been

Cause you are wood
And I am the knife that goes through you
I move,
And the words appears into your "skin"

For all the little words that I have laid
There are so much more
So much more
Words to be said

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