jueves, 3 de febrero de 2011

Goodnight my dear.

Goodnight my dear.

Sharpening the knife…
You came straight to me.

The bed I whispered by,
the shame you never felt,
it was night and getting dark…
The way you stabbed my chest.

A kiss before I go,
a blanket for my face,
a tear from you to enjoy…
The silly lovers dying there.

Goodnight and then again…
Holding hands I’ll see you there.

The bed you whispered by,
the shame I never felt,
it was clear and getting white…
The way you kissed me again.


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