let start it before its all over
to the house of balls
of the happy horses
we might find Mr. Brightside
I dont want to bid goodbye
goodbye peeps and to you too
my winter's cure
forgive me for my lack
I'll make it up to you
I will let go
if Im ready
the old days still
linger on me
I'll be a grown up
but I'll keep my heart
I'll see you in the next summer
of our life
(5.6.2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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