lunes, 5 de enero de 2009


Hats need a beat, like awake needs asleep; like a pen needs a page, to learn right you need a mistake; Hearts need a mind, like a clock needs the time; like white needs black, if you leave I hope you need to come back. I swear, i know, i believe it. I can't stop hearing all the singing; my soul has never had this feeling, it feels like gold. You got so much love in you, I'm amazed that i'm talking to you. You look like the songs that i've heard my whole life coming true.

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