Friday, May 16, 2014

THE DYING LOVE

crumbling walls
like the city of Pompeii
a passenger in the dreams
of we,being together again

I am like
a river climbing mountains
a drowning fish
Starving in a grocery
While holding to our dying love

My world has turned blue
Between a hard place and a stone
a life with no clue
an empty heart,its torn
But still gonna hold on
Like a mad man in the streets
Hoping again i will kiss
The taste of your luscious lips.

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