you remember about how you've been blinded by yourself? Of these bright blue eyes, in your bored, if you stood confidently and half naked in front of the cold mirror, fascinated hidden by the layers of dirt, under the false gloss, fascinated by the souls of your loved one who danced wildly through your body.
You were obsessed with you, the emotions that you carried inside you that controlled things up and moving, you should prefer to avoid to have. Crimes of passion. Ill-considered words, sentences, which only bubbled out of your mouth rotgeschminkten.
you remember about how you blinded by his feelings were, from his feelings to you, of your feelings to him? You were in love, so intense, so careless, almost as painful.
In your world there were only two of you and a single, never-ending chapter on your happy ending with horse-drawn carriages and premature sunsets and the scent of a sea of flowers.
you remember about how they still sat and waited in your neck? You, the Queen, because she knew the truth because she knew what would happen sooner or later. Because they knew you better than anyone would ever know you because they know how are you, like you to be my test.
Oh, my dear lamb remember, Do you remember how you went for a walk on the bridge of broken hearts? They bled out before you broke in two, but that was necessary, so that you could continue your way. Because you had to.
If you had turned up, you'd also notice that your paragraphs had successfully rammed into your heart. But, my lamb, you were so blind, so blind, so confused, so in love ... and it left behind alone, your wounded little heart, it just left lying there.
You were obsessed with you, the emotions that you carried inside you that controlled things up and moving, you should prefer to avoid to have. Crimes of passion. Ill-considered words, sentences, which only bubbled out of your mouth rotgeschminkten.
you remember about how you blinded by his feelings were, from his feelings to you, of your feelings to him? You were in love, so intense, so careless, almost as painful.
In your world there were only two of you and a single, never-ending chapter on your happy ending with horse-drawn carriages and premature sunsets and the scent of a sea of flowers.
you remember about how they still sat and waited in your neck? You, the Queen, because she knew the truth because she knew what would happen sooner or later. Because they knew you better than anyone would ever know you because they know how are you, like you to be my test.
Oh, my dear lamb remember, Do you remember how you went for a walk on the bridge of broken hearts? They bled out before you broke in two, but that was necessary, so that you could continue your way. Because you had to.
If you had turned up, you'd also notice that your paragraphs had successfully rammed into your heart. But, my lamb, you were so blind, so blind, so confused, so in love ... and it left behind alone, your wounded little heart, it just left lying there.
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