it smells like snowing= not a sad poem
it smells like snowing
i went outside to watch to wait
and the wind the air
my skin your lips the streets
it all smells like snowing
staring at the dark blue clouds
through the turned on lights
traffics airplanes tattared hair
it smells like snowing
It smells like snowing
and i want to get high
never been a cornflake
having fun being snowflake one
god..he knows solutions
and i ..i'm wearing my
snowflake greened-up boots
snowy sparkly make up
it smells like snowing
and i want to open all windows
wide opened eyes
it has started this morning..
it smells like snowing
posted by Anonymous at Wednesday, March 05, 2008
3 Comments:
"my skin your lips the streets":)
rzeczywiscie zimno
i pada snieg
niech ci sie skonczy dol, napisz cos wesolego.... a co do status quo i tak jest cudnie, u nas tylko smells like snowing. Na razie nie pada...
nie jest smutny!
zaczelo padac za oknem pieknie
snieg zima szron
ksiezniczki
ale wy jestescie pesymisci
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