Closed inside me
The fast fury of my identity crisis...
Closed inside me
The fast fury of my identity crisis
I’m walking around words
That I don’t want to say.
Months and days
Minutes and while
I’m looking for your blue eyes
Maybe I’ll call you tomorrow.
You’re so sweet
So sweet and damn(ed)
You try to defend yourself
Closing your words into ice walls
But flames ever kill frost
Won’t you fall into
My personal hell
Diazepam and poetry?
You’re my mirror
And I see in you
What I could be
To be a special one.
10/06/09
mercoledì 10 giugno 2009
My mirror
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Would want to be to the place of the inside fury to loosen out the ice and tirar your true identity'
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