الثلاثاء، 2 مارس 2010

MY SOUL IS A PINK MIST



Shady dreams and from fog they are

painted with gray and happiness seems distant and far

nothing is real but you and I

you've moved on, but how can I?

standing still, to past moments holding on

I lie to me to go on

 you are gone I know you are

a hazy memory of your face

but never forgot the look of your eye

it rained when you said goodbye

the sky cries for you and for me you cried

if nothing is real but my dreams and from fog they are

 how real am I!



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