Dreams with Her

by masked_senses   Aug 1, 2006


Hope you come before my suicide
Hope you come before its too late
I feel so tired I feel so lonely
I feel so afraid

Wish you were lying with me now
Wish you were touching my chest
I love your silence I love your sound
I love your fest

Why do I love you still
Why do I care for you
Your mind used your eyes no purpose
Your heart is owned

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