Out of my dreams
Y ou come to me out of my dreams like a far away glare from an inner light... A temptation, old and new that leaves in my lips a taste I never knew You are the identical rose which is different growing in a garden that has no doors and it does not matter if your hair is black as night yellow as a cozy fire's light, or white like the clouds in that sky so blue... it does not matter because it is you, You are laughter and tears, and solely responsible for the crazy beats of this silly heart of... Sign in to see full entry.