Flying
Flying
on the nice warm winds
of Desire.
It will take me higher
than cynism ever will.
flying
To a castle, made
of clouds
It takes form,
when i touch it
strong and proud.
But then i mention
it's too small
so i'll fly again,
and fall.
Flying
In my bed.
nice and warm.
it was all a silly dream.
In my life, nothing... is what it seems.
on the nice warm winds
of Desire.
It will take me higher
than cynism ever will.
flying
To a castle, made
of clouds
It takes form,
when i touch it
strong and proud.
But then i mention
it's too small
so i'll fly again,
and fall.
Flying
In my bed.
nice and warm.
it was all a silly dream.
In my life, nothing... is what it seems.
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| Auteur: LadyMaai | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 december 2008 | ||
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