Friday 16 December 2011

O' Fantasy


The trees, cars passing by, the cloud, im waiting for it to be clear and blue again.
Waiting for possibilities to take me high above. 
Even for a short while, hoping it will bring me back to fantasy.
No, no and again no. 
I won't let myself drown with your lies.
Not even  for a second.
Your sweat-mouth, your lies, your sweet promises.
 It meant nothing but miserable.



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