The Lost Duo
The way you always look at me
makes me want to feel, to be
Everything I need to see
is here, hanged on this tree
My love, my... sweet serenity
is choking, she cannot breathe
The reason for this uncertainty
is simple: I cannot just leave
Her wings broken, broken dignity
which dies with yellow leave(s)
Her hair cut madly, purposely
while her lover couldn't see
Her tears and his unsure sanity
mix together into this "inner me"
All that's left of her lives nightly
and looks at me... when I dream
Gdańsk, 1.04.2008
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Raf7
Dodano: 2008-06-24 00:34:09
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