7 t H e a v e n
Sunday, April 11, 2010
New
No. It's a lie.
There'll be never a 'new'.
I gazed into the horizon,
Waiting for but a silent reply,
Apart of you stays beneath the shores,
The rest of you in my cores,
Tell me that I'm awake in your thoughts,
Asleep on your bad.
Are you alright?
yeah, you?
I am.
Hey, how are you feeling?
Missing.
You?
Missing also.
What do you wanna eat?
You wanna know?
Come on, something real.
It iss, real.
Hey, hey, hey....
smile.
I'd kiss that smile everyday.
The night sends my louve.
Standing by the cliffs, hug her from behind.
Ireland, the wind is strong.
We are married, only not in black and white.
i pray it's all a nightmare now, and that I will wake up and see you smiling at me.
