This one is for Joseph Brugmans
I know a boy,
all radient with beauty.
The ashen smoke of cigarettes create a glow,
all hope of a future bright.
He stands tall,
all memories don't stand as a testimony.
Stronger than ever before,
dancing.
A glint of his eye,
the slight pout of those lips.
A spell is cast over all he meets,
a trail of love wherever he goes.
Don't forget yourself,
Don't forget yourself.
Don't forget.
Thursday 6 May 2010
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Oh darling, it's still beautiful.
ReplyDeleteDo you have to keep up a blog for uni as a summer project? I kinda do, it's tiring. But it's okay. Check it out, cos there's something to read about/from you:
http://imtheskewer.blogspot.com/
Loves you.
xoxox Joe