Biography of Pau Autor
Just a girl who loves writing. :)
Pau Autor Poems
How can I forget those April summers. Blue now is brighter to deeply to tell. Red roses too our favorite flowers. Scars were silver and words rang as knell.
I never knew, never even had a clue, I'm confuse if the feeling is true, maybe we're just walking in Green Avenue.
Learned to sing the song Do, Re, Mi, then began counting one, two, three, most of all she knew A, B, C, a girl with a name Amelie.
I Have Me
Please, no, please don't say it out loud, I know to me you're never proud, you did not, you're not, you will not you say those words and put a dot
My identity can never be found, you'll never hear how I really sound, you seldom see me frown, yes, I'am the clown
Memory Lane Part 2
There came a tapping on my windowpane, surprised to know that it was Mr. Dane,
Memory Lane Part 1
I took a trip, down the memory lane, where I used to see the man Mr. Dane, days, when I have letter from paper plane, I remember the man named Mr. Dane.
Learned to sing the song Do, Re, Mi,
then began counting one, two, three,
most of all she knew A, B, C,
a girl with a name Amelie.
Fair wavy hair and pale white skin,
thy chapped and faded lips so thin,
a wide dark eyes no one have seen,
why the world to thee was so mean?