worn-out velvet slipcover
cover me
as the soft nights
of long-ago are wasted
a marriage of missed love and desire
deformed dreams (of her)
idle schemes (to love her)
failed
to never see the morning
hiding from the pain
but still you feel it
a last glimpse of a world
without her
a world i want no part of
worn-out velvet slipcover
cover me
my eyes do not wish
to see anymore |
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