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You were the boy who came and put
the good
before my nights you drew
your eyes into the ice chrystals so you could watch me sleep
but the secret is
I never slept in those nights
I watched you hide behind the
only the stain of your breath on the window
revealing your presence
In hundred nights before this one
I imagined how
I would wake up next to
your warm breath
I imagined it
I wrote it down
I dreamed of it
reality is a better poet than I'll ever be
now here are these
polar nights again and you will hide
behind pine trees and
each movement will shake a bit of the snowflakes
you'll hide there
and I'll sleep myself
into you

M. Mattingly
M. Mattingly
du schaffst es so oft mich einfach sprachlos dastehen zu lassen...
8 years ago.