your voice gives me butterflies
that memories of you singing
underneath the bright blue sky
not single phone is ringingyour hand slides through the desert
the same move over and over again
you're step by step discovering the shirt
without 'causing that awful painin this moment I committed a crime
of falling for you the same way
once, twice but maybe this time
we already have more to sayseeing you next to me
bringing me into a safe place
we're right where we should be
I'd rather rest my case

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PoetryOnce your champagne eyes turn wine-red, you feel the knife twisting in your chest. -When you hear people mocking you behind your back when you are sick at heart - it is when you know you have entered the ill-conceived adulthood, the sincere womanhoo...