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Michael my heart,
last night I dream of you,
Ты were embracing me from my back.
I heard your heartbeat and it beats so fast,
like our promise that our Любовь will never end.
We had so much fun together,
that I wished to go on forever.
Talks and laugh ,kissing and cuddling,
like no other people existing.
Holding each others hands while we walked,
all your attention was just for us.
I can't think of anything when Ты talked,
but I Любовь Ты еще and more, Ты see.
We stopped walking and Ты looked at me sweetly,
then Ты leaned over and kissed me.
My сердце popped out and I saw butterflies,
Ты сказал(-а) Ты Любовь me truly. oh sorry and then, I awake up and my dream was to end.
It was still a memory to reminisce, your Kiss was so tender and sweet.
Любовь and miss Ты !! ♥
last night I dream of you,
Ты were embracing me from my back.
I heard your heartbeat and it beats so fast,
like our promise that our Любовь will never end.
We had so much fun together,
that I wished to go on forever.
Talks and laugh ,kissing and cuddling,
like no other people existing.
Holding each others hands while we walked,
all your attention was just for us.
I can't think of anything when Ты talked,
but I Любовь Ты еще and more, Ты see.
We stopped walking and Ты looked at me sweetly,
then Ты leaned over and kissed me.
My сердце popped out and I saw butterflies,
Ты сказал(-а) Ты Любовь me truly. oh sorry and then, I awake up and my dream was to end.
It was still a memory to reminisce, your Kiss was so tender and sweet.
Любовь and miss Ты !! ♥
Ryan White, symbol of justice
или child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are Ты now, where have Ты gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, или child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
Ты showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain Ты were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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или child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are Ты now, where have Ты gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, или child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
Ты showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain Ты were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
Back to poem site
People ask me how I make music. I tell them I
just step into it.It's like stepping into a river and
joining the flow. Every moment in the river has
it's song. So I stay in the moment and listen.
What I hear is never the same. A walk
through the woods brings a light, crackling
song:Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and
Squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and
the beat of my сердце holds it all together. When
Ты Присоединиться the flow, the Музыка is inside and outside,
and both are the same. As long as I can listen to
the moment, I'll always have music.
just step into it.It's like stepping into a river and
joining the flow. Every moment in the river has
it's song. So I stay in the moment and listen.
What I hear is never the same. A walk
through the woods brings a light, crackling
song:Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and
Squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and
the beat of my сердце holds it all together. When
Ты Присоединиться the flow, the Музыка is inside and outside,
and both are the same. As long as I can listen to
the moment, I'll always have music.
