Friday, ‎October ‎10, ‎2014

While you be you and I be me

Love in my sleep and yours to dream

My black and white kiss for the colourful lips

My careless hands brushes the long hair through your hips

Finding the words for comforts of goodbye

I whisper her the lullaby I never wrote

She worships every effort and I

I think this is how she went with moments

And spent the taste of desire..

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