Monday, November 22, 2010

-scribbled feeling-

Passion plays it all,
no love can be found..
pride used to be so tall,
now lust wears the crown...

It's unfair to him,
for me to live in the past..
and promise a future realm,
saying all will last...

we know it will come,
memories stay in mind,
passion dies with time...
i'll see you in shadows,
and myself turns into crow...

oh,how i like to cry,
pour me with your lie,
ignore me and i will cry...
don't worry i won't die
crying's my lullaby...


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