How many things can one desire?
What time does a heart exaust?
but never tire
am I a fool? For wanting to love
something That is not here
I need to see clear
from eyes dry of tears,
wishing for a night to end my fears
close my heart of this perfect pain...
Will you call to me? upon this glass floor
stretch a loving arm, and love me once more, dance with me, embrace my limbs
Run with me
hold my hand
lachrymose and fading away with a smile...
dead in a perfect dream...
|