When on your pillow you will lay your head
When in satin I will be dead
The fallen leaves will gather on my chest
The rain will fall on my soul
When you will walk on my tears
And with thorn you will crown my front
It will hurt to see you go
In the arms of your beloved
Knowing that, you will not see me each night
Climbing into our bed
Laying a kiss on your lips
Waking you up from this dream
With the will to carry on…
Friday, May 4, 2007
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