Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Inside

I want to walk with you
I want to make sweet love to you
Maybe I don't
Maybe I do

Books in my head
Thoughts on my shelf
There`s noone dear
Everyone fears

I cannot stay just another day
Still I'm here with you
With you

This room's full of tears
Nobody's here
People so blue
Noone is true
I find myself running away
Away from you

Tears on my skin
Sweat on my sheets
All I can find each time you leave
Each time I die

Pages unread
Letters unsent
Words never said
I'm still with you

Clocks in my chest
Hearts on the wall
Everything's fine
Everything's worng
My hands out in the rain waiting for you
For you

I want to walk with you
With you
Maybe I don't
But maybe I do

1 comment:

stanley said...

cambiaría el 'but' por una preposición conjuntiva: and,
mi querido poeta.

I want to walk with you
With you
Maybe I don't
AND maybe I do

:)