Montag, 20. April 2009

21st century poetry ..

kisses on the dancefloor in my past
I need some comfort just like you
beating like a bass drum time goes by
I want the last dance just like you

drowning in the flood of morning light
I'm only human just like you
do you hear the city waking up
I will survive and so will you

..von convenant, bullet ..
bis später denn

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