It was in october
I knew we were sober
He took my hand
He was just my friend
But he thought it was more
And we looked at the shore
The sun was setting
My heart was getting
Higher than the sky
It became more than a sigh
It started to love
And his love was enough
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Poetry {english~german}
Poetry✖art Never comes From Happiness ✖ Wenn ich schreibe, kann ich vergessen. Late night thoughts, könnte man sagen. Wenn es nichts mehr gibt, was mich hält, habe ich das hier. Und es hilft. © dirtandroses All rights reserved ---------- Cover by Carmen...
