Seduction
Help me , my lovefor my vains have no more blood
and tears ran dry
and all the fields of the world
will not welcome me anymore
I do not have a home
or a bed to sleep in...
So I climb the stairs up high
to reach you and make you see
how,through these odds and private dilemmas
I chose to stand here
always here
by your side...
And when I reach the clouds
I will dance my seductive movements
make the world shatter
make rain flood out of the sky
wash the drought of my heartbeats
this is my savior
this is my saviour
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-06-11 at 21:18
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