The cat at the door.
The cup on the table.
One more fag, just one more...
The silence all around,
a shadow in the mirror,
the moon up in the sky
so brilliant, so above.
Hope gone with the wind
buried in the sand
joy so far away
loneliness right here.
My loyal friend,
always with me.
She loves me, but I don't...
I need a rush of sweetness,
a lovely hug
a goodnight kiss
a sunny morning.
And the phone won't ring.
I've waited too much...
Goodbye, maybe next time.
jueves, 26 de junio de 2008
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