Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The night is haunting
around the empty hearts
it reminds them of the light
and they fly like bats.

You're too cruel to give
longing love
Your promises are
nothing but polluted air
I still believe in the good fairy
Is she gonna turn me into
a princess?

The clock slow counts the hours
its sound is so scary
I feel like I'm going 
into the dark and my
princes is a pumpkin 
without a heart.

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