Come home, Jules... I picture you in the sun, Saying: "F...k, just come undone Come unseen, bring some light and green". You are too close to ground now and those curls are getting windy You wear that flower blouse to tell intruders there's no way to bruise. Clothes and shoes hang heavy and dirty, It's time to come home, to get mighty. I picture you in the sun, trying so hard not to frown For all marching questions answers are awaited in resurrection. Throw away that itchy pillow, who tells in the night a story with endless whys and still same how, without any hero around.
miercuri, 30 martie 2011
I picture you in the sun
Come home, Jules... I picture you in the sun, Saying: "F...k, just come undone Come unseen, bring some light and green". You are too close to ground now and those curls are getting windy You wear that flower blouse to tell intruders there's no way to bruise. Clothes and shoes hang heavy and dirty, It's time to come home, to get mighty. I picture you in the sun, trying so hard not to frown For all marching questions answers are awaited in resurrection. Throw away that itchy pillow, who tells in the night a story with endless whys and still same how, without any hero around.
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Te iubesc,oanutz! M-ai miscat...damn...m-ai miscat.:) can't wait to see you! Jules
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