sábado, 28 de mayo de 2011

Memories of a tragedy.

Memories of a tragedy.

Every second remembering your face
only reminds me the tragedy of our days,
it all started with a shot on your head
or …was it with your kiss on my neck?

Darling, love hasn’t gone
even though I tried to get him away,
I barely remember the gun
buy I sure remember your grave.

You haven’t abandoned me at all,
you’re here every time I close my eyes,
I could swear I hear your voice
just the same way at night I feel your touch,
the touch of our great and glorious love.

And everything’s not done,
at least not yet,
until I die and find you…
honey we’ll only have to wait.

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