17 enero, 2011

Black Eyes

I just want you to know
that I have been looking at those
big black eyes from real close
the ones that make sorrow

How wide and tall
can my love for you grow?
If you throw out the call
I would highly and fastly blow
to get to see you my love.

Honestly I should think about it
I would like you to hold me
is not that I don't want it
is just that it means so much to me.

Scared of how I can react
To the basics, to the facts
I am such a fool when it comes to attack
I don't define myself in terms of a crack.

If I let my mind to wind up
sometimes I barely notice myself
'Cuz for love i can always die
 look at my coffin and you will find yourself.

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