Exclusive eye contact
I can't conquer, deny or resist gravity.
She's like little music inside an even smaller box to me.
My life is without fear. Even when death is so very, very near to me.
I don't hate the devil, I let him, embrace him and kill him with my love.
This tommorow our hearts will be free.
There will be no boss, telling you or me (for that matter)
what to do.
It will be just me, you and the rest of the crew.
Celebrating the joy for life.
Priceless, but precious to anybody.
Only visible to a few.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dreaming Star : | Vrijdag, december 14, 2012 09:36 |
| Nice ;) | |
| Roselynn: | Donderdag, december 13, 2012 12:45 |
| all the beauty lies... in the eye of the beholder.. |
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| Auteur: Probert | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 december 2012 | ||
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