Superstitious

Dec 13, 2009 07:27

i get lost in your rhythm,
in the way you move your hair
fact, your aroma is bewitching
as i count to three and let go
everything i say will guide you
from the moment i submerge
and you that sorrow that you'll purge
forever in the never put two in two together
nothing is the reason why you never let it go
i'm the only voice you hear now,
lets take it slow.

i saw you sitting on the edge of your cup
dipping your toes into the froth
thinking about something else,
forgetting that the foreign touch
was mine on yours,
but that didn't come to much.
i whispered in your ear
this isn't a dream.
i slipped and fell into a coma
woke up 30 years later without my heart,
I'd lost my voice in your hands
please don't let it go.
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