vendredi 6 février 2009

fucked up


I have crossed many eyes, many colors, many meanings, but nothing compares to yours
I have faced many smiles, many chicks, many laughs, but nothing like yours
I have seen many faces, many expressions, many tans, but nothing soft as yours

but still I haven't touched it, smelled it or felt it
and I wish not to
dreams must stay dreams

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