Let the sun rays dance in between the thin curtain
Let it dance and gesture my dull skin so it glows
What use is running when I know there's one so certain
But rose petals must fall with the wind that sometimes blows.
I dont have much to give and I do care for gold
Dont have direction yet I have somewhere to go
Waiting for a soul to offer me togetherness in growing old
Spare me a rising sun when it is time to go.
Set my midnights sorrow free
I will give you all of me
Pick up badly of everything
I can see what you can bring
Cant keep this beating heart out to ache
It is meant for you to take.
A fickle heart and a heaviness, a wandering eye and a heaviness in my head; it goes out here.
Monday, February 9, 2015
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