hayat_yahya
Junior Member
Black sheet of paper,
white sheet of paper,
not a blue sheet of paper.
And white stars,
yellow stars
or maybe green stars,
green like the beans.
Nice,
like the eyes of a child.
Candies and midnight,
dark in the park
and an orange moon,
a pink dove in the trees,
in the air...
Music is my life
and my life is music.
The sky is grey
and my soul is sad...
Sadness,
a cat and a dog.
A kitten mewing...
the sun is sleeping now.
The light in my bedroom is beige,
it's silence and...
my eyes,my mind are tired.
Love...,
love is turqoise.
Not a rose...
not a heart...
Why is a rose beautiful?
I like roses,
white roses.
Maybe a tiny fairy will come now...
I have a wish...
not a big one.
I want a kiss on my eyes,
sweet dreams,
I want someone to say
to me
"Good night!"
because
I go to bed...
Home,
sweet
home...
Your beautiful eyes are my punish,
make me see the other part of the light...
white sheet of paper,
not a blue sheet of paper.
And white stars,
yellow stars
or maybe green stars,
green like the beans.
Nice,
like the eyes of a child.
Candies and midnight,
dark in the park
and an orange moon,
a pink dove in the trees,
in the air...
Music is my life
and my life is music.
The sky is grey
and my soul is sad...
Sadness,
a cat and a dog.
A kitten mewing...
the sun is sleeping now.
The light in my bedroom is beige,
it's silence and...
my eyes,my mind are tired.
Love...,
love is turqoise.
Not a rose...
not a heart...
Why is a rose beautiful?
I like roses,
white roses.
Maybe a tiny fairy will come now...
I have a wish...
not a big one.
I want a kiss on my eyes,
sweet dreams,
I want someone to say
to me
"Good night!"
because
I go to bed...
Home,
sweet
home...
Your beautiful eyes are my punish,
make me see the other part of the light...