DESCRIZIONE
Desiree
Desiree, wet hair, cotton shirt
Desiree, the losts will be first
On my bed we fought ‘till death
On my bed we loved and forgot
Melt your spirit to the bonfire
Your heart to the shore
I would kiss you through the moonlight
Trembling stars above you
On my hands your will
Sweaty palm in blessed summer’s drone
Bited lips before you back home
On your bed you counted my scars
On your bed you soothed my defense
Now you’re leaving me all alone
In my pockets words and sands
I should sing to the ocean
Oh, if only I could hold you again…
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