hurry down to my tomb,
wake me as I dream of you
or let me sleep and be with you.
Either keeps me from my ache:
a yearn that burns and causes quakes
and shakes that change to short sharp shocks
from flash backs that rock and flock.
Like sheep that follow one another
I follow you you are my lover
there will never be another,
for less I simply can't be bothered.
1 comment:
Ou I love this one just the way it is. Why change it? sorry that's just me lol xx
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