onsdag, juni 30, 2010

beatrix björk. (v,


Thank you for loving me:
for being my eyes when I couldn't see,
for parting my lips when I couldn't breathe
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Thank you, for loving me.
x
You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
and risk your own life to rescue me.