It shreads a thought
It hurts like a sting
Right through the heart.
Colors and shades
Melt into a dream
Surreal as it fades
Into a silent scream.
The night is still young
Memories can be written
Following the forbidden
Rhythm of the song.
The restless urge
Towards a spontaneus smile
Makes me wonder
And just chill for a while..
The night is young
and we are so alive..
2011/05/07
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