marți, 7 iunie 2011

Oh no! Don't go changing!

Been a long time since I... Did something good for myself. But why should I be put through hell? 




luni, 6 iunie 2011

Evaporat

Fragilele frunze uscate ce in lumina soarelui palid plutesc molcom, incet, visatoare sunt lacrimi ce se scurg din adancurile unui sentiment de mult irosit, evaporat. Oare a mai ramas vreo picatura gingasa in abisul mea intunecat? Oare vor mai apuca o zi plina de ploaie?

E durere. Si fericire. Terna, in schimb. Dorul meu se scurge rar, in valuri zgribulite de spuma lor cea alba, vijelioasa. Si totusi... a mai ramas ceva din ce a fost cu multa vreme in urma?

Ai uitat.

duminică, 5 iunie 2011

Don't forget...

'Cause nothing feels right when I'm not with you. And it's been a while since the last time I tasted in my mouth the scent of your cucumber perfume. Close to you no more.

Notoriety's fun no more when you're not behind my back to steal my ideas and wipe out my genie. What would it be if... it didn't end there? Or... did it really end?

Sometimes we don't know where we're going.. . sometimes I feel you should be crawling back to me... You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all. Am I dreaming? Well, wake me up.

Maybe you caught the train just like you said you did, maybe it broke down but you didn't give up... Maybe you got lost on the way back to my house, maybe you called and I was on the phone





Yeah right! You lied to me like I'm not there, you must be mad you lied so bad, just listen to yourself...