Hold me in your arms once again , make me forget
The bastard who has sunk a splinter deep in my heart
Who makes me wake up in shock sometimes
When I recall him choking my mother’s neck
I wish to forget in the caramel , that my childhood was stolen from me
And make me giggle and glee with joy
Make me want to live, then help me live again
Bring into my sense a feeling of belonging, fade away the trauma of long gone
That has etched within me what shall always remain, a thorn in my soul
At least make the pain subside
Make sweet love to me, immerse me in the liquor of your eyes
And make me long for you, make my stomach churn
Make it hurt, but for you, not for a heal to the past
I lit his pyre on a July of 91
And made my soul smile, watching him ash
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