The Grand, by George Chow
I see, I feel..
the once that took my breath remain in my mind's well.
It beckons me for more dreams to become real.
But not like the two lover lie on the same bed to compel.
And never meant happy if compete is the will.
I play, I go for real..
the once that took my breath remain in my priceless jewel.
It keeps me alive with my type and Jehovah's call.
But the grand can be meant to death upon an eternal soul.
And the more i have walk the more I see forbidden tales.
I lost, I fall..
the once that took my breath remain in a corel.
It make me wonder about her natural.
But to miss her is over a light year all.
And she is thinking the Sun, I am thinking the doll.
|Posted: 2013-11-17 07:22:30 UTC|
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