Sunday, February 19, 2006

night life

snowflakes melt
and tears come instead.
music goes on very calm
when the night begins
it beats faster in your palm..
i set alone
setting up words
ending sad words on the phone..
"people never change
and you're grown enough deciding on your own.
is it me
or outside you wish to know¿"
and when the sun just comes up
trust my sympathy for love..