Kiss my dead dreams

And tonight, Dear
When stars shine
down on our
dead dreams.
Will I take you
to a place I found.
Where the last angels
are left behind.

Tonight
When what's left
of this world,
will be our grave.
And we who promised
to die.
Hand in hand,
faces the end,
alone.




Poetry by barbeina
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Written on 2006-02-20 at 21:14

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Finnman
Dark and stylish poem.....I like these kind of mystic, dark and bittersweet tales...
2006-02-21