Friday, November 06, 2009

On a neck, on a spit



My messenger in disguise
makes up for short goodbyes
You can't come home again
Each time is different
And the yards around your feet
fall away while you're asleep

Each day, spend it with me now,
All my time, spend it with me, but
each day I spend with you now
all my time I spend with you, but
out here no one can hear me.

[g.b.]

1 comment:

nina said...

Bonito, isso. Quem é G.B.?