domingo, 25 de marzo de 2012

WATCHED THE RAIN FALL AS I TOUCHED YOUR FACE

It was dark and I was over, 
until you kissed my lips
and you save me.
My hands, they were strong
but my knees were far too weak 
to stand in your arms
without falling to your feet.

Nada, debilidad. Esa es la palabra.

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