Saturday, March 13


Black roses on a white cloth
Black roses and a dove
Sit in atonement, wait in silence
For the girl I once loved

Stagnant are the winds
Seeping through this place of fire
And stagnant the day that never ends
Goodbye, desire

You sir, you may think you're a just man
But look into your heart with eyes open
Don't clamp them shut when the
Sky peals and pounds you with rain

It's only fair
For what you've done again and again
There is nowhere else for you to go
So you just lay there.

1 comment:

Hans said...

such a sad love story

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