I heard it once
I live like in The Truman show:
Somebody is always watching me.
I don't understand
I want to know
Who is it?
Who can see?
And days the same
And people all around...
I'm scared, day by day
I heard it once. His voice.
Its magic sound.
I heard it! Oh, my God!
I'll better pray.
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A winter rose wilted, reflecting one's once cherrished love. Never will that flower again bloom after death.
-GSK-
Great Write!
Really good write here. I like it. Mind if I add you to my buddylist? I can comment more of your work if you could do the same.
A winter rose wilted, reflecting one's once cherrished love. Never will that flower again bloom after death.
-GSK-
Great Write!
Really good write here. I like it. Mind if I add you to my buddylist? I can comment more of your work if you could do the same.
A winter rose wilted, reflecting one's once cherrished love. Never will that flower again bloom after death.
-GSK-
Great Write!
Really good write here. I like it. Mind if I add you to my buddylist? I can comment more of your work if you could do the same.
A winter rose wilted, reflecting one's once cherrished love. Never will that flower again bloom after death.
-GSK-