The final song of the night
Come and dance with me underneath the blue moonlight
And save me the tears from crying in my heart because I couldn't
Have the last dance with you
And looking from far away in my dreams
I am writing about loving the sad girl of the sad boy
Because she wears her heart on her sleeve
The same way he wears his heart on his stone cold shoulder.
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To me, To You, To the rose petals, And To The Moon
PoésieThe lonely nights turn into tears and you remind me in a dream of how much I love to love you and not to be amidst when the air feels so cold that there is none but time controls the past and to live in the present means to accept the past for what...
