PRONTO
Monday, July 13, 2009
Where the lone wolf
..........................................................................................with love to Heather.
How many walls should I love?
to love you.
How many are your true colours?
Coffee talks.
Sushi dinner.
You and I laying in
beds and sheets held by shields and gloves.
Just as the next day pain wound
we’ll never know the angel wings balance, buried beneath the snow
till the spring.
However,
there’s something, somehow, once yours and mine
where the lone wolf hides
to curl up
and lick its tears.
How many walls should I love?
to love you.
How many are your true colours?
Coffee talks.
Sushi dinner.
You and I laying in
beds and sheets held by shields and gloves.
Just as the next day pain wound
we’ll never know the angel wings balance, buried beneath the snow
till the spring.
However,
there’s something, somehow, once yours and mine
where the lone wolf hides
to curl up
and lick its tears.
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