Sep 13, 2004 23:25
Mistook you for punk
The funk of
Labels reinterated
As falsehoods
On the fairytale
Of you
One night repeated
In agressive
Flights of dream
You seem
To good to be
True
Through eyes
Blind to
What I see
The disease
Of facets
Broken in the
Mirror of your mind
I find you
In dreams
What seems
To be
And one whisper
Brings me
To here