Wednesday, July 24, 2013

TRUE at the moment that´s gone







When I wake up in the morning
should I  kiss your hair and go?
Like a thief of all your treaures
miss the gentle glow of your awakening?
Will you think I never loved you?
Will you hate yourself and cry?
And forget the times we spent here
wildly sharing burning lives?

So I memorise your sleeping
and I whisper: "Love! Goodbye!"
But I promise you so deeply
that it wasn´t just a lie.

Kamete

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