by Siebe Arnouts
Consider me cold,
While the tulip cries of the burning sun.
Consider me healthy,
While others want to get in line for a ticket to destruction
Consider me broken,
While the gardener heard that his daughter died of suicide
Consider me as help,
To not let the tulips die.
by Anna Sperotto
And then she asked: Why do you love me?’’
And he said:
“I love you for all the reasons you thought I’d not”.
"Cuz the stars are in your eyes,
The moon dust it's in your skin,
Look at the way sunshine plays with your hair,
Oh darling, have you seen someone special like that?"
“We are looking for stars in each other's eyes but we can't realize we are the whole sky"
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