Wednesday, November 30, 2005

thoughts

He thought to himself;
thought she was everthing,
what a big mistake.

Thought the sun couldn´t shine much more,
but the clouds rolled over and
he began.... to sleep.

A sleeping whisper that couldn´t go on
just smiling at him.

You have to stop living (and you do it so well).

just.....

please don´t go
...please


he thought he was ok.

and indeed he was...
he thought...








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