Away
If you were a poem I would write you down
So I could read you over and over
Caressing the words in the flow of mind.
If you were a flower I would pick you
And give you a place in the soil of my heart
I would spoil your roots
And grease them as boots
Give you water straight from its source
So soon all my rooms soaked with shoots
If You were a cloud I would hijack a mill
I would blow you in shape and closer to me.
But you are a bird and you go with the flow.
You flew, as you came.
And back...
I don't know.
So I could read you over and over
Caressing the words in the flow of mind.
If you were a flower I would pick you
And give you a place in the soil of my heart
I would spoil your roots
And grease them as boots
Give you water straight from its source
So soon all my rooms soaked with shoots
If You were a cloud I would hijack a mill
I would blow you in shape and closer to me.
But you are a bird and you go with the flow.
You flew, as you came.
And back...
I don't know.
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| Auteur: Monzy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 april 2009 | ||
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