Sabtu, 19 Oktober 2013

Chopin ballade no. 2 opus 38

I don't know about you, darling,
but I'm over the fucking moon
Because your warm soul
has felt the coldness in me.

I could trace those lines 

on your back 
with hopes that I carry,
and will never ask you to do the same.

I'm a fool for that sleepy eyes

that has accompanied me
tonight.

Oh, sweet cigarette mouth,

how quiet you are...

Rest your feet,

I'll wait until we could walk again.
Side by side,
with me smiling quietly.

Play your melodies,

let me hear those ballads.
You won't notice,
but I'll be dancing 
with raindrops 
in my room.








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