It's probably spring or probably smth else making me laugh and cry
the airplanes leave the traces across my sky
the sun goes under my skin and transforms my blood
into its silver lining
my heart is full with smth I don't know what.
Well, I'm lying... but...
listen to me, listen to me, my heart
however I'm wearing flowers in my hear
San-Francisco is far away
I don't want you to be scared
but I'm scared myself as well
bytheway, you cannot imagine
what's going on in my crazy head:
wind and air and no patience...
Well,forget.
I'm directing this weird spectacle
(why and where ad who and when)
all I need is (not yet love) just to speak to you.
but I can't.
15 april'15
all I need
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