when dreams have vanished
carefree *** would be the first thing to come to mind
however, this time *** will not suffice
i need attention
a friendly ear with an open mind
a dangerous heart
but a kind spirit
a regular do gooder
with the face of a woman
who will tell me how easy it is
to let oneself fall
and how great it is to rise up
again and again...
and again...
and yet again.
i am afraid
that i might really find her
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
when dreams have vanished
carefree *** would be the first thing to come to mind
however, this time *** will not suffice
i need attention
a friendly ear with an open mind
a dangerous heart
but a kind spirit
a regular do gooder
with the face of a woman
who will tell me how easy it is
to let oneself fall
and how great it is to rise up
again and again...
and again...
and yet again.
i am afraid
that i might really find her
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