Wednesday, 13 June 2012

• Goodnight, Lover; Good Morning...You.

  I exaggerate.

   

  The summer was hot

  The vacation was cold

  My stomach was sick

  My real want was old

  My enthusiasm gone

  My libido was fallen

  My talons were cut

  The moon was hiding

  The midnight was striking

  The street was empty

  The group was milling

  Our liquor was fading

  The night was cool but

  The summer was hot

  The vacation was cold

  My stomach was sick

  'Cuz the place was gone

  My libido was fallen

  My talons were pulled

  The sun was shining

  The morning was young

  The streets were empty

  The house was waiting

  The break was hanging

  I was sick of staying

  You'd been there all along but

  I was gone.

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