white tea
green peach
i\' m out of order
but not out of reach
risky trips
i crave your hips
but listen to the message
from my lips
black coat
black shades
the first impression
never really fades
black thoughts
dark horse
as long as there\'s a will
there is remorse
dear john
she\'s gone
his private jet
took her to lebanon
her lust
your pain
tears at the airport
in the morning rain
black shoes
bad news
you are not drop dead gorgeous
like tom cruise

white tea
green peach
there are still lessons
that life has to teach
black shirt
black socks
meet me somewhere
among the tower blocks
end time
last days
to get to know God
is to know His ways

LARZ GUSTAFSSON

April 27, 2008