Her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns
Like rum on a fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire
It looks ugly
But it's clean
Oh mama, don't fuss over me
The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully, just like she throws
With the arm of her brother
But I want it
It's a crime
That she's not around most of the time
The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing
And it's worth it
It's divine
I have this some of the time
The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
December 1st 2018. - 01:35.
The sound of my phone ringing continuously wakes me up from my very short sleep. I groan loudly and reach over to the bedside table to see it was Damiano's number. I let worry get the better of me as I grab the phone, answering it while placing it to my ear.
"Hello?" I question quickly.
"Ha risposto! Ciao amore mio" I hear him slur into the phone. (She answered! Hello my love)
"Damiano..." I trail tiredly, rubbing my eyes. "Dove sei?" (Damiano...) (Where are you?)
"Beh, mi sono ubriacato e lo sono.." He gets cut off by Vic in the background. (Well, I got drunk and I am..)
"Damiano, dammi il telefono" I hear her demand.
"Ma voglio parlare con la mia ragazzaaa" (But I want to talk to my girl) The sound of a brawl starting reaches my end of the phone as I await for whatever's going on to be over with so someone can explain to me why I'm getting called at this time. Damiano was meant to be staying at Thomas' for the night so I thought I'd have an early one so I can get up for work in the morning.
"Ciao Eve?" Vic questions into the phone, sounding out of breath.
"Ciao Vic, Cosa sta succedendo?" I ask curiously. (Hello Vic, what's going on?)
"Mi dispiace che abbiamo dovuto svegliarti, ma Thomas doveva tornare a casa perché era troppo ubriaco. Ci siamo chiesti se sarebbe stato possibile se potesse venire a prendere Damiano?" She questions hesitantly. (I'm sorry we had to wake you up, but Thomas had to go home because he was too drunk. We wondered if it would be possible if you could come and get Damiano?) "È stato sconvolto tutta la notte e penso che voglia tornare a casa da te." She adds. (He's been upset all night and I think he wants to go home to you)
"Sì, certo che va bene, sto arrivando."I nod quickly getting out of bed and throwing a top over my naked top half. (Yes, of course it's okay, I'm on my way) I didn't think about changing my pajama shorts, there was no time. I grab my car keys and slide on my trainers that were sat by our apartment door. I grab my bag in case I needed extra cash and reach inside to pop a piece of gum into my mouth leaving me ready to go. My baby was overworking himself and I'd only noticed it a few days ago when he had a big anger tantrum when I tried to tell him to go to bed at five in the morning. I've never felt more like a mother.
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For Your Love. {Damiano David}
Storie d'amoreEve Romano used to have a life in Italy. She had a nice apartment, a great boyfriend, a nice job and was truly happy there. That was until everything started to crumble before her which forced her to move back home to Scotland with only the memories...
