Thursday, March 19, 2015

Hope

In the land of mist an cold 
where I found your innocent world
there are nothing like eyes that glow 
and your lips like red rose snow 

Wow, you are my damn little rose 
which makes me high, even without smoke 
baby can't you see, I'm near the door
no, no, I'm not, it's just a another hope

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