Saturday, August 6, 2011

Us- a history


Call me yours
We start over again
Let your whisper
Be a breeze to my hair.

Sing me love songs
I reply you with prose
You and I, we venture
a world fiery and lost.

Promise me a new day,
We do this all the way
Bring me back memories
Remind me our stories.

Oh dear, I forgot
Not a thing I remember
Yet the feeling lingers
To seem last forever.

Hold me so tightly
Kiss me tenderly
I know you and I
In bed-- a history.

Asian art

learn painting

Aps
Aug7 8:30Am

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