You kissed me on the lips ,
my eyes became grey ,
my face pale and
my heart a lump of ice.
In that June you turned one's back on me ,
your mind was corrupted by him ,
the angel in you disappeared ;
I remained alone in the rain.
Now I feel the evil kiss on my lips again ,
they are bathed of blood but
I'm still alive my darling ,
you dead with that evil kiss :
in a bad illusion of a young boy!
9 dicembre 2011
Altri contenuti che potrebbero piacerti
Meglio andare contro corrente invece di essere trasportati o affogare in un mare d'ignoranza