Sunday, July 14, 2019

Oh Dear !

Oh my darling, how do I tell you ?
Can you, would you stop me tonight?
If I tell you, that I am probably falling
I'm falling; truly, purely, freely
I'm falling like I did; slowly, suddenly
All those years ago, yes, I'm falling
Tonight, out of love with you.

Or is it you who's falling out of me
And here I am, fingers searching for words
But neither your touch, nor your memories
Oh my love, I am finally about to fall asleep.


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