Poetheart Morgan Poems

inside my chest

~write that in your appointments ~
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if I had to cooking for you
first I have to think of you

and make you special to me
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blues eyes, green eyes
have so long that a cold wind frozen your face and closed your smiles

that i cant recognize you anymore
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beat slow and cold
inside my~ something~
what once was innocent and hot
transform itself in a torpid beast
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I turned the moon with my hands
so blue, so soft.....
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I do not have no more
my tresses to play for you
they faded in each year
like a tree in autumn
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~His name was sang to the four winds~

I was so carelessly sitting on my rooftop
seeing all-stars with the green lens
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He told me he would cure all my pains
with patients hands

Oh! so soft, i had forgotten!
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~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought...one more effort....

along the way he asked me
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- Good Afternoon!
- Good Afternoon!
- your name please
- Ah! ! ! Why do you want my name?
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