99times..i've to read his 99 lines
Multiply by four
I might could understand his label....his smell
A basil flame
Its hard ..for me...but i still try
In time
His Evening Star
He was 39
when he left....so far
Too young,too soon..but he release his 99
Before
And many stars i tryed to touch
I was too young to stand
The primar class..in a ....such
Is been such a long since.. I don't open this Touch...
A desire,a winter,good and evil,glossa,sonnet,ode,sleepy birds...
I've seen them,before..
But... too young to apply for this
8'th of May
And..after
I followed the gang..i had
A blue a yellow and a red
They slept in my..hand
But ,now
I'm here,in this land of Ahile,of Aphrodite
A land of history .....and wars....such a pitty..
I cannot understand this... mentality
To let the goal behind
Lookin to be...happy
And again...a ..but
I find this world at singles
Her connections...are bless for some blinders
I let my mom....far and ....old
Somethin stucked in my chest,i cannot hold...
I've to cry......and cry...can't be tough
I love her toooo much
Her heart is still young...in mine
Too much ..i love you...too
You're my parents,my hopes,my wings
And i need ,and fit to be in this Family
Even a chickenshit
Like me