Saturday, 15 June 2013

Assassined...

Like a hunter drawing near the hart,
Time slowly appeared before me.
Like the buds plucked from a tree,
Here lie my dreams down, life apart.

I loved my dreams, but they just deceived me...

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Being Happy

Just like the kite floating up so high You often see me floating in the sky You wonder what keeps me so gay "He is always so jovial,...