Special Gift

Special Gift

Today I received a special gift,

One that could only be from the heart

I thought i'd left my soul adrift

But now i finnally see my own path

No more shall I end up talkin to myself

Life's too short for me to keep whinning

Searched inside out for help

All this made me feel like crying

Our friends truly are our chosen family

Damn all those futile and ignorant bitches

For in the future they shall burn in agony

I was surely surrounded by leeches

But this is not a sorrow poem

I feel i've got too much to offer

For i've put you as my totem

Forever worshipping you as my other

This is not a crapy song

This is unsingable all along

Try to copy this and you shall suffer

The ten thousand curses I shall mutter

This is my tribute to my dear

You know who you are

(Or so it seems ;P)

I'll see you back in my dreams.

O meu primeiro poema em inglês, saiu assim... como leite a escorrer pelas paredes (Leite meio balofo claro né Sr. Nelson?)

Espero que gostem e comentem como deve de ser e manda a tradiçao :)

See you soon,

Snow