quarta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2008

there was

There was a trip in my heart,
behind the loneliness,
that i used to have
when i faced the days.

There was a better of me,
where i used to be.
But i can not remember.

There was a deep feeling,
of a different kind of being,
where i used to feel.

There was something bigger,
but i can't get back...

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