la azula's Gedichte =D

[la azula]

It's the feeling of flying,
the feeling of slowly dying,
It's the feeling of sadness,
Of happyness and madness,
Of shining bright like the sun,
Of smiling, having fun,
The feeling of drowning,
A storm that's moaning,
A chaotic life,
A cutting knife,
That's what we call love.

... mir war langweilig. o,o