sexta-feira, fevereiro 24, 2006

Like a poem
Talking about you
I only hate lies
But live is so complicated
To understand
I like you
Don’t have to be beautiful
Love me that am all
Don’t need kisses
Only words
That I Can sees
Don’t have to be rich
Don’t say
That you don’t remember me
Love me so
So one day
You will be mine