
I reach into the
palm of your soul.
Dead center and
a decade dead.
But still feel your
eyes travelling.
The flames of
our love fighting on.
Forgive me my love,
for my freedom
and this sad tenderness.
Let me come to be
happy, in your silence.

I reach into the
palm of your soul.
Dead center and
a decade dead.
But still feel your
eyes travelling.
The flames of
our love fighting on.
Forgive me my love,
for my freedom
and this sad tenderness.
Let me come to be
happy, in your silence.