Δευτέρα, 26 Αυγούστου 2013

Dead Lovers

We all carry dead lovers in our hearts
pieces of times now long forgotten
fragments of love cast in magic moments
in dark places under the Sun

Powered by haste and passion
when flames frozen in memory
keep us alive and wondering
for new purposes of another repetition

Endured winters, admired some summers
but we always return to paths of oblivion
the nights of ebony and obsidian
when dust and lust mold us to the One

Strengthened by loss and baptized in our own mistakes
the wrong turns in strange bodies
licking the cracks of insecurity
aging in youth we hoped and dreamed

to find again our lovers
the ones that took hearts
and escaped reality
painted with crimson tears

*Some music for the journey...

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