Tangarine

Tangarine
Introduction

Everyday,
my hands on a place.
On a string that moves in so many ways.
With a smile on my face,
an explosion of fantasy's.

And every night,
I will go for the ride,
with a head that lost in so many fights.
With a mind going round.
I’m spinning in reality.

Coated rhymes,
I remember the sound,
of my name introduced so many times.
With a heart of lime,
in lies and guarantees.

Every part,
every piece of my heart,
I wrote down in lines on pieces of art.
Call it fun call it trash,
call it a sense out of charity.

And every time,
when I’m lost in a tide,
I’ll run through pictures of things in my mind.
And a final strike,
in moments of reality.

walter

Toegevoegd door walter op ma 10 apr, 2006 9:54 am

Auteur: Tangarine
Componist: Tangarine
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Taal: Engels

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