there ’s a lady
that i see best,
when i am sober
and gone to rest
there’s a lady,
she’s not so keen
on my behavior
and what i dream
there’s that lady,
waiting for me,
don’t try to ignore it,
she wants something from me
gave her all my love and life,
blood and oxygen,
thoughts and kisses,
all that’s left,…
she’s waiting for me
& my death.
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