When you feel a poke at your heel And a pull on your hair, have no fear’hellip; All of those years we played hide and seek Now I’ll be there when your happiness reaches its peak And when you feel the world is not kind Look, at the end of your finger prints labyrinth, it is me you will find And when you hear sad lullabies Know that I live in each floating note that says goodbye. When you tear and it’s my fault I’ll be there, and in that tear I’ll be the salt. And when you think you cannot move on Be happy, my presence will be there when those new moments dawn’hellip; I will always be there in some bubbles of your memories And when you blow new ones, each breath that leaves you will happily be me
Bubbles of LOVE can NEVER Pop
November 12, 2007
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