Thursday, March 5, 2009

Every Me, Every you


My heart is a tart, your body is rent.
My body is broken, yours is spent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Because there is nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
All alone in space and time.
There is nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.

1 comment:

Anita said...

adoro a frase "There is nothing here but what here's mine" ;)

beijinhos