.: February 2010

Saturday, February 27, 2010

what were the things you hid?

what were the things you said?

show me show me

the little things are important

tell me tell me

the time we shouldn't forgotten

now had forgotten

would you give a change?

would you take the risk?

of loving me..?

I'm giving in, I'm giving all my love

I'm going to catch my dreams, my passion

it's not a goodbye yet

we'll see each other again

I don't know when precisely

here, or other places, or even in other world

Days by days

the butterflies are randomly fliying

I jump so up high to catch them

and, when I got them

their flies are all remains

broken flies

broken dreams