...
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here?
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here?
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?
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1 comment:
just gorgeous...
like always you are.;)
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