‘till death
If raindrops would speak on this night
of broken and hungry dreams,
they would offer me absolute summersun
and a clear blue sky
I’ve been sharpening knives love
in this darkness I call mine
to avoid the dying all over again
I guess I’m ready to leave the grave
no hands to pull me tis time
time to wander earth,
after a century of sleep
to find and keep
love lives forever
but death my love remains
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