Guess i am just too honest to play it cool
Too hard an equation for this good old fool..
If only i could let her feel the tide of adrenalin..
And the wild cold breeze singin'
And how even time denies to keep flowing...
Every single time she appears on this side of the horizon
Its like a far away island underneath the setting sun...
And how i wish i could have wings of my own...
But too bad this lonely sailer doesnt have them grown...
All that flies around are lonely dreams and dreams alone..
Underneath the velvet sky beside the washed out sun
Far away from here lies her beautiful island...
And here's a lonely boat still trying
Trying to row across this desert full of sand...
Its a stupid poem that i wrote last night... neva mind..
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