quarta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2009

roundabout...


I took her by the arm and ask her to retrieve
she looked at me, scared eyes I see, willing to forgive
I asked her one more time, she glanced again at me
tears droped her face, oh wet embrace, and cryed compulsively
I held her close against my chest,she fought to stay away
she couldn't, not right now, so asked her not to stray.
I spent my night with her, on empty room, our shelter's floor
We fell asleep, slept deeply deep and all was like before.