viernes, 26 de junio de 2009

*chemical girl*

She says she’ll meet me at the square
outside of intergrill
where the should have beens
mix with the never wills

Under a scattered sky,
between a fate and free will
and I look into her eyes her eyes her eyes her eyes
her eyes are so dilated and still...

You’re a chemical girl
let’s call this chalice cup
I felt in love with you
as we were coming up.
But now that evening is disposed
along with amourous deceit.
Cause you’re a lovely girl
but just not for me.

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