when my heart
blows like
the cold wind
i’m done —
the begging
digs deep
so i ask
‘my girl,
who do you
love’
[in the deep
the deep dream
i love my dream]
your hands,
so cold girl
who did you touch?
[i touched my love
the man i love
six feet deep]
my girl, my girl
don’t lie to me
love likes warmth
and death so cold
[my dear, true love
never dies
but breathes warmth
and melts death too]
in death so true
love never parts
:: 10-11-2014 ::
