martes, 12 de abril de 2011

Ghots.










In the first days of the spring time
made you up and split from one thousand enemies
made a trail of, of a thousand tears
made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy

There's a ghost in me
who wants to say "I'm sorry"
Doesn't mean I'm sorry

Now I see you from the corner
clock strikes
and I know you will be drinking alone.

All Pictures : The Fashionisto

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