Oh darling
Please spare me
I'm on the floor
Soaking on lies and deceit
Please, let me be there
Don't lift me up.
Lord
Turn of the lights,
Open the windows
Please,wipe out those scarlet tears
That are all over my face
And sing me a pavane to sleep
In this old room without her.
~W~
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Thoughts of a poet
PoetryHo viaggiato per la mente d'un poeta, esplorando e condensando quelli che sono i pensieri più reconditi e profondi. Questi sono "i pensieri di un' poeta" I've travelled into the mind of a poet, exploring and realising those that are his most profo...
