Please leave me on the middle road. Cut out the death valleys, Even if I miss out on scenic views. Give me fifty percent. I’ll pass and move on. Half of my life is enough for me To age and digest in needed pace. I can smile I can laugh Cry of joy Fear the dark Jump around Scream for help In the end I’m with myself.
If I could freeze time to be with you And never grow old. If I had magic powers at the tips Of my fingers, then still I wouldn’t do. If I...
we picked our twigs with love and care they fell to our feet, our lips whistled a fanfare a smooch on the cheek then mouth turned to beak...
I’m glad to make friends in queue. They tell me that they like my vibe And they help me move from time to time. They say „How you present...
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