It's late..
As the pale moon covers the sky palate..
And she screams, and she shouts
And she runs, and she ruins all the chance she got
And her eyes' bloodshot
And her eyes' bloodshot
(well, she gets on her sanity at last - finding him searching aghast)
And he stands still in silence
Try to breathe and keep his balance
She doesn't demand the poetic rhyme
She just need a bit of assurance
He says, I need to buy some time
(and hell sure you're aware of the dare)
And they stand still in silence.
I'm a damaged good, he says
She sighs
She shooks her head and says
I'm nothing, but a wounded soul too
He remembers
And she wont ever forget
How the past can be a big bunch of regret
Alas,
They say:
Now we have nothing but each other
and the dreams that we cater
and the question's long been answered...
We do.
14.05.2011
For one hell of a night. For the relentless patience you've shown
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