“A Hope”
Sleep. Sleep with me, I knew it wouldn’t be forever, but your hidden beauty, curled in dreams, your glasses on the table, your fingers in mine, feet on the summer grass, listening to the CD, a perfect time, just a few short weeks, but it’s all I’ve ever know, I’m so tired of fucking around, I just want to curl into you and dream a dream together, through the darkness to the dawn, you will live forever, and you can laugh at this, but there’s a part of my heart that will always love you.
17-11-97
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