неделя, 8 юли 2012 г.
Well, I fell for a man on fire with eyes full of spring.
Now I'm leaving behind only flaming footprints.
With my eyes made black coals and his hair of sun,
I fell for the burning man and I slipped down the sands.
He made me adore every warm little ash,
as I melt to the sound of his bright cindered heart.
As I hastened to run, oceans boiling in me,
I fell for this man on fire and his eyes full of spring.
Публикувано от Halinor в 21:36 ч.