Morning Dew, by George Chow
Woke up from a tempting scene.
Lust is only meant to fall yet rigid.
Why this lonely bed seems bother.
How I have suffocated each my mind.
I do not know where would love be at.
Maybe I am in heaven we all angel like.
This changes me the way I call mom and dad.
This changes me the way I dream less.
If these words will adore you,
If i know better how you feel,
Forgive me how I step across the hue field.
Where finding truth has no lie.
Just to search for this Morning Dew.
|Posted: 2012-02-01 01:20:13 UTC|
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