viernes, 23 de septiembre de 2011

My heart race for his self control



were doing fine
were doing nothing at all


stay quiet
stay near
stay close

My hopes are so high
that your kiss might kill me
so wont' you kill me?
so I die happy
my heart is yours
to fill or burst
to break or bury
or wear as jewellery
whichever you prefer

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