sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2009

She is not me.

She has shinny eyes
She has brighter skin
She has some old memories
She has too many sins

She was that whisper
She was that night
She was herself
She holds you tight

But, whatever, who cares?
She cares, she is, she was
But he wasn't. Never.

Joanne Oliveira

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