Underneath my rambling writing
There is space for mistakes,
There is space for false truths
Space for my words to be healing
To squeeze me so thoroughly, so deep
Dripping all the dirty water, cold water
But above all that, in a good dream morning
There is space for me to soar, not ever falling again
There is space for mistakes,
There is space for false truths
Space for my words to be healing
To squeeze me so thoroughly, so deep
Dripping all the dirty water, cold water
But above all that, in a good dream morning
There is space for me to soar, not ever falling again
4 Comments:
Olha só...
Que bom que voltou a postar!
Estava com saudade dos teus escritos.
Apareça!!!
Abraços
Cinnamon!!!
Your posts always take my mind away...ai ai!
Ô Luluca... aí não vale... meu inglês xumbrega não chega a tanto =///
Beijo!
luluca, lança um post aí em português, plis! To esperando.
Bjo.
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