Where lovers meet
Standing on the edge
by the wind blowing me back
fearless attack of rain and tears and hail
the storm on which to sail with open arms
underneath skies blackened in the darkest hour
to devour the sights
absent enjoyment in minds-eye
to fly like a wingless bird in the mist
where being wanted is a trophy for the few
to fail where all have passed
at long last the shame has brought
the relief she sought, where knife’s
cut and we bleed, where love is a seed
to grow and nourish
into such a vengeful flower
the sting that pierces the hart
the hatred that pulls apart, ‘till the end
keep my enemies close,
and I shall call you my friend
Auteur: milamber | ||
Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 04 augustus 2005 | ||
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