lundi 18 avril 2011

still eyes wet icy fire

And so I left quietly the cold rainy morning

You stood there still eyes, wet icy fire

The room enlighted my steps were hesitating

I took a walk inside unborn desire


You told me to think of your voice

To hear the words and laugh for you

«The seaworld crush is but a choice »

And sang sang sang a lie that's true


The street was too large for me

I fell over getting out the subway

And then you were there maybe

How many times can't even say

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