Two hundred years,
Waiting…
I’ve been for you,
An ear bent to hear your heartbeat,
Nostrils created to inhale the smell of your hair,
Lips…
Lips born to taste nothing
But your soul.
What you feel is life, what you live is another story.
Two hundred years,
Waiting…
I’ve been for you,
An ear bent to hear your heartbeat,
Nostrils created to inhale the smell of your hair,
Lips…
Lips born to taste nothing
But your soul.
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