воскресенье, 13 ноября 2005
Навеянное Битловским Norwegian Wood, почти забытое и год назад ушедшее
We could be friends, but we're not...
We could be together, we both know it...
Why don't we ever fall in love at the same time?
Should one always wait and leave the dream when the other will open his eyes and see?
Or we do but are too... too what?
Uncertainty - the thing which never ever leaves us.
Uncertainty is never able to forgive those who're with her.
The two who could be friends but would never be.
Because they were too...?
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13.11.2005 в 18:50-
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13.11.2005 в 20:45Только картинку не я рисовала - это я унесла откуда-то давным-давно... Так что имя автора, к сожалению, незаслуженно забыто...