lunedì 9 marzo 2015

She

Her strawberry lips
Send me straight to hell
My mind is in eclipse
A dark light to feel well

Made her a simple promise
She heard "I'll be back!"
These words were only noise
Now all she feels is ache

Indeed, the disease won't sleep
The disease won't seep
The disease seeks my secret place
Makes me sick of any other space

May I not be a creep
Yeucking as a knee on a scree
All I need is she
For my lonely happiness

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