He opens his eyes n they feel so sore
It's the dream last night,
about the fuck,the year before
He goes out the room, heads straight to the shower
The house seems indifferent, it smells of you; He stumbles upon memories, the dream ain't yet over:
It was him and you, making love so pure
Room was just the same n so was the rest o' the world
Bodies entangled n hearts reverberating,
Devoid of all else; for each other they lived on loving
THUD!! BLA!!! BOOOOMMM!!!!!
He falls flat on the ground n begins to bleed,
But what flows out ain't blood, ain't the want for you
What flows out is love, with it the need to be with you
If not for you he certainly would 've been yours
You fuckin fucked it up, to become an anathema
To loose what fuckin SHOULD'VE been yours!
1 comment:
Ummm..sounds pretty much comin outa personal experience..n for most part of it..iv faced wat u have..so i simply loved it!!
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