Thursday, January 19, 2012

holylandish lady


Drifted in the desert
Waiting for the rain
Oasis what we seek
Mirages everywhere
As the holylandish smiles
The flash of her eyes
You’re freezing before this site
Your heart is on fire
A dark waterfall
Dangling as she sighs
It’s all in my memory
But how does it feel
If half your memories are illusions
The other half is dreams
And all in between
So how would you act
 If you were me
When nothing is actually real
As in this world I’m just a stranger
an outlandish
And you are the queen
make our love the shelter
I’d make my heart your throne
So make my arms your home




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