The wind is blowing to your face,
dont wait my dear,
lets continiue the race.
It might catch us, the speed of fear.
Try to find a decent place,
where to hide,
where to go,
next to me, side by side,
up we go.
Up, go up, and never down,
pieces only, maybe shadows,
please, dont turn around.
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okay. to be honest i have to say that i aint sure, if i like it, but this is a poem and i made so i think i even might like it.
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Playing (Music): Macarena
Current mood: dirty
Added on: 14/07/2006 05:02:21
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