But every night my heart swells with music from another room.
What inspires others gives life to me.
I hate to feel love, but can't help falling.
I wish to command my heart
But it leads me out . . .
Pixies dance, while fairies weep On the boulevard of insatiable dreams... Magic and wonder is free to reap... Enchantment sets ye free...
6 comments:
aguess you need to wake up late , these are morning blues, don't succumb to them, wake up in aftrenoon and you will be happy
hah
poem was over head transmission but still if you wrote it must make sense to you!
Whats wrong with caring so much? You're a human being no matter how hard you deny it. To love may yet be uncomprehensible but to care is inevitable.
P.S I know you can't help it hehe
caught in a week moment....Wrote about it.....
thats all...
PS I can wrap it around my pinky baby.....hehe
what inspires others give life to me ,well well,it the same for the best of us.
not such a bad thing because it commands things for you.it brings about some kind of order to things.
i am sick of being a fragment,
anyways the film is ready ur cameo is looking prtty crazy,will send u a copy .regards
well.......sometimes there was anethesia to kill the unwanted pain..wht do u say????
Just wait till december, we'll see then who's got who wrapped around there pinky.
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