Πέμπτη, 16 Ιουνίου 2011

...Foolish Games...

                                            
            "You're always brilliant in the morning,
             Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
            Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
            You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
            As I clumsily strummed my guitar.

           You'd teach me of honest things,
           Things that were daring, things that were clean.
           Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
            I hid my soiled hands behind my back.
           Somewhere along the line, I must've got
           Off track with you "

2 σχόλια:

Nikos256 είπε...

Κομματάρα!!!Μπράβο μωρό μου!

Αλεξάνδρα είπε...

Ti romantiko kommati!Poly kalh epilogh..