mandag, januar 15, 2007

desert

you'll find me in a quiet room
no amflifyers here
sound has died I'm only shivering
I'm telling lies, but you're forgiving

Take me to a crowded place, remove my speachless stone
somehow make me extrovert to the bone
Tell my old man to recover
I need him more than ever

You'll find me in a quiet place
dancing to his mighty grace
sometimes I fall and fail
and build myself a reckless jail

throw something at my face
I'm confused with love and hate
a dead dead poetry
that's what I'll be
till you remove me

whisper smiles in my airs
but don't delete my tears
be my understander when I twist their minds
they're confusers of any kind

Take my nervous fear to the desert

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonym said...

Du er god du :)

12:31 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonym said...

det er så sinnsykt bra...

sophiii

10:38 a.m.  
Blogger Madeleine said...

ååå mary I love you!!!!!!!!!

11:32 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonym said...

grattis med lappen, skal bli gøy å se deg kjøre bil :)

1:05 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonym said...

Det her er veldig bra. Du skal ikke legge det ut på www.deviantart.com?

Jeg leste om deg i rikere liv. Høres flott ut, du turte, jeg har ikke kommet så langt enda....

1:23 p.m.  

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