Saturday, September 22, 2007

Toy Gold Desert Eagle

You and I - The Lie of Lies * You and I - The lie of lies


Here I am a increasingly dark swamp princess my loneliness
Here I am, facing the truth
No more prince who must wait
q No more frogs who can kiss
No more, no more

I lived behind the perfect mask
Pretending to be what I am not
Knowing where I come from and where I
Without letting anyone ever see me without unannounced

But
But without even thinking ... As quickly as it appeared

As soon faded ... Why
Remove the bandage that covered my eyes?
So that show me a beautiful dream world? Only
blind again ...

Eager to see him
In order to have her in my arms, I talk
In your eyes
In speaking to the eyes and feel loved, I return to you

beloved princess who understand my
pain and my sadness I go back to where you live
With Loneliness hands full of nothing, and even
Gothic Princess To be a dreamer
to be the sweet illusion that he loved

not need to have the title of nobility
he gave me the strength I needed only to his departure vanished

weak before him trying to be strong in his absence ...

peak back to the sweet swamp where you saw me from dear princess

only to hear you say 'never should'
is true, I should never try to escape should not have let me
carry
But he treated me like nobody has done
I found among my restlessness
I doto of life through
your breath While mine stole a kiss just abysmally
Feeling her whole being
Just to let me die just like that again ... Oh princess

dark swamp of my loneliness I am for you
Welcome to the masquerade your pain
To resume my mask of perfection
And dance the sweet waltz endless mourn you
Attracted by the sweet song of your perpetual sob

He disappeared fear the storm that lay in my mind Demolition
the wall that protected my
heart broke through the remains of my desolation
hinting a path guided by the light of his thoughts
Making room only ourselves in the midst of my sorrows

Despite his departure, the feeling never dies
Or if it will? ...
Meanwhile a dark horizon And there I am filled
find peace where we will be united with each other there just


Only me ... ... in the darkness of my thoughts

your lap Back to my princess
Where maidens cried the pain of parting
Back to the solitude of your swamp Ingrimar
From where I tried in vain to escape
where I should always stay

Seeing my face reflected in the icy waters of your rotten
Drowning in pond the silence surrounding the tragedy of love

The comfort of your tears bloody Da

calm to mine slowly rolling down my cheeks
to lose its purity in the dirt in your
lake where the frogs do not swim where the princes
Where dwell not only the princesses
like you and me
Hilan the sadness of his desolation

never forget the moisture from his lips
Neither the brightness of his eyes afflicted
Although it is not, nor ever will be mine No one can remove
It
memories tiny moments beside

I have always lived this that look so sad and profound
With me he And the kiss looked
penetrating that haunted me
As sweet as hurtful as peaceful as painful


always in search of my prince dreamed
king to appoint the white snow
my solitude And never turn to look at the footman
That revealed the sincerity that was born inside me
It was discovered in my eyes before I discover as I am Wanting

Lacayo "playing the prince? Prince disguised
"lackey? ... Blinded

Never again shall I know ...

Recalling the moment he took my hand to feel his heartbeat

While sharing a kiss
We both melted ...
took a deep breath as I saw so
I felt for a moment as the only princess in your life ...

But no, no swamp disconsolate princess
Fear not miss a new
Here is where I belong,
He was just a glimmer of light in the darkness
Darkness
queens that you do not intend to run again
But if he returned to fetch me, I ...

never afraid to live inside me
love since my childhood I dreamed
But the betrayal and taunts me
became dark as a princess in you ... In a Gothic princess


Although hurt me princess I always keep my
me a kiss so intense
Like the look he gave me ...

A deep love can only be guided by the maturity
promises a desired future ...

You and me, princess of the swamp
Forever and princesses of darkness
You and me, my servant
The lie of lies ... Poet

MF (all rights reserved)

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