How sad can a tragedy become?

2010-04-12 | 20:08:44 | Kategori: Allmänt tuff | 0 kommentarer
Darling, oh, darling.
White walls and a big window.
The sun shines in your face, but you shall not see it.
Thus, you have seen it for the final time.

Darling, oh, darling.
There was a big hall of mirrors,
and it was where we danced.
Danced the day, danced the night.

Darling, please tell me so,
how sad can a tragedy become?



Kommentarer

Kommentera inlägget här:

Namn:
Kom ihÂg mig?

E-postadress: (publiceras ej)

URL/Bloggadress:

Kommentar:

Trackback


RSS 2.0