beauty.
I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I’ll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I’ve committed a crime,
I’ve broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away
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its not summer until you spend a monday night/tuesday morning staying up and then watching the sunrise..
***there's something empowering about watching one day pack up and say goodbye.. watching the clouds fade away creating colors that crayola couldn't even name... only to watch the next one unpack its things as the sun peeks up above the hills. softly first, as the grays begin... and then all hell breaks loose.***
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I’ll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I’ve committed a crime,
I’ve broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away
__________________________________
its not summer until you spend a monday night/tuesday morning staying up and then watching the sunrise..
***there's something empowering about watching one day pack up and say goodbye.. watching the clouds fade away creating colors that crayola couldn't even name... only to watch the next one unpack its things as the sun peeks up above the hills. softly first, as the grays begin... and then all hell breaks loose.***