print my skin
Your name on it
now i look
over the sky
I see You smile
I trust in You.
It cuts my soul
her smile, your eyes
it’s all i have
won’t ask for more
the gratitude i have
for You to hold me
among your many fingers
now she turns
over the sheets
over and over again…
until i sleep
with no bad thoughts…

10. October 2007 by Alex
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