My bed... I don't I don't like it. At all. It Is Way Too Big For me. It swallows My body My dreams My painted fingernails And my painted Eyelids. I need I need you. To fill the space And The Silence With Your heavy Breathing. Listening To your chest Moving up And down Again And again And again Is So Much More Relaxing Than the ticks And tocks From my clocks. Fill me Fill me up With you And your Heartbeat And your Feelings And your Lies. You Lie When You Speak The truth. Just Please Please Let me Sink Into your rib-cage Into your soul Into your make beliefs And your golden words. Tell me That you Love me Over And over And over Again. |
tirsdag den 20. november 2012
My too big bed (Dedicated to the love of my life)
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