and new love was born, underneath the guitarchords that colored the sky. no kiss, no names, no sleepy sundaymornings. just a look, made of what may have been lies but holds what connects us above everyone else. stars where made here. it's the place where we've all been before we died. the unknown, see but no land. where the sound in all it's simplicity bonds with the air and spreads into my body. it ain't blood running trough these veins. it's passion in its purest form that makes my sentences intence like fire in his eyes. wherever we've been in life, this is where we're supposed to be, chasing sunshinedust, our cigarettes glowing in the night.
and then the ocean divided what was just born - american summerlove. and so sunshine would fade and home would get closer, like it could feel you're allmost there. and so it would die what we once had. it could be still glowing on the place we once were. i could've walked endlessly underneath those stars. all alone in the dark sand.
bye charlie
bye summer
i hope to see you once the storm is over.
donderdag 14 augustus 2008
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