Every time you smile to me,
I get lost... you start a storm...
What's their role? What they could be?
Butterflies... What they perform?
Guess the meaning as it is,
If you're brave, then we can chance.
For a while consider this:
What I say - is in my glance.
Without steps no way is done,
Easy paths don't lead too high.
And one day all could be gone.
Moments go... as feelings die...
You'll be sailing other sea,
I'll be searching other sky.
Slavery sense of being free...
Bitter taste… of sweet goodbye.
Soon the dawn will bring the day,
Nothing else will leave to hide...
I don’t know how I could say…
What is happening… inside.
Your butterflies
© Copyright: Scrutineer, 2005
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i have no words... just emotions...
this is tii good to be true:)
Абрамова Анна 08.06.2005 22:34 • Заявить о нарушении
this is tii good to be true:)
Абрамова Анна 08.06.2005 22:34 • Заявить о нарушении
All is true)...
And her smiles really exist ;) So I'm always catching them as they were butterflies :-P hehehe))))) O:-)
Scrutineer 10.06.2005 22:08 Заявить о нарушении
And her smiles really exist ;) So I'm always catching them as they were butterflies :-P hehehe))))) O:-)
Scrutineer 10.06.2005 22:08 Заявить о нарушении
good for you, man!
к стати, зову в гоости!
smiling,
Абрамова Анна 13.06.2005 00:53 Заявить о нарушении
к стати, зову в гоости!
smiling,
Абрамова Анна 13.06.2005 00:53 Заявить о нарушении
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