This sunglasses are really cool,
I don`t feel that it's from wool.
Is it day or is it night?
Doesn't matter … feel alright.
A social site for poets in Sydney.
When your wings are covering all my dirty shadows,
I got your smells like everything what you leave on my pillow.
Cold comes to my whitening fingers and you still smiling on me…
I feel my pulsing muscles slow down.
My eyes are searching for your face, but I can only feel you.
I feel you coming closer to me. I feel your breath.
I hear your song, which is moving…
ContinueAdded by Simon Nail Hrebicek on April 20, 2012 at 3:30 — No Comments
This sunglasses are really cool,
I don`t feel that it's from wool.
Is it day or is it night?
Doesn't matter … feel alright.
Added by Simon Nail Hrebicek on April 19, 2012 at 5:00 — No Comments
With your wind my mind is gone.
All of hell is almost done.
Turn my body to the deep.
Never let me only sleep.
Added by Simon Nail Hrebicek on April 19, 2012 at 4:30 — No Comments
Added by Simon Nail Hrebicek on April 16, 2012 at 4:30 — No Comments
It`s no force to keep us down the floor,
we can fly as easily as a cloud,
so just walk out of the door
and hear the wind's sound soul…
Added by Simon Nail Hrebicek on April 15, 2012 at 17:30 — No Comments
© 2024 Created by Adrian Wiggins. Powered by