Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Supplication


I could write a poem individual at dawn
describe aspects of my deep soul
and reliving the memories that no longer matter more
But in the morning, you'll be singing about
And how you held me in his dangerous game
And it will be all about you, and I will be all the people you want to see
The most passionate and the most hurt.

Can I say during the afternoon as well'm alone
enumerate with a smile the advantages of not having anyone
And secretly dreaming about being part of someone's life
But the setting of the sun I'll miss holding your hand
I close my eyes and let my imagination take for near real
And I feel your hands in my hair
And I feel you taking my clothes while fills me with kisses.

Earlier in the evening, I'll always be more desperate for the day to end soon
At dawn, I will always be the most desperate to come again at dawn.
During the afternoon, I'll be daydreaming
And at dawn, pretend to be doing something that is not thinking about you,
even if I'm not occupied anything.

I fell in love like a child
I occupy my days thinking of you
And my nights dreaming to see you.
Every time I hear that song, I wish I could wholeheartedly embrace
Every time I breathe, speak and live
I just want you to let me love you.
And I just ask that it can love happen
Or just release me and resolve to go along with the wind, followed by the
As I always follow you.

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