Tease my ears
memories begin to play,
Ease my tears
And watch childhood decay.
Follow that windy road
That lead you to me
Feel my lips corrode
Under the willow tree.
Don't be afraid of death
Walk backwards silently
Growing love digressed
A lover's last decree
Let go this deterioration
Love of mine, be free.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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