Save Me The Second Last Dance. - Poem by Peya Jakob
Away from bright lampposts on londons streets, or the old avenues of newyork where the faceless live.
Hidden to all, forsaken and mutilated.
I loved you, my rosy girl, with your eyes and your voice.with your kiss at midnight.
I didnt know where my life was leading, i didnt know if it was love.but i stayed to find out, because i stayed with you.
We lived long, my friends, with your cravings for immortality.we met many challenges, and though i was too drunk to remember, i was sober by the time we won.
And now i failed.forgot to remember, played the song forgot the dance, got you alone but didnt take the chance.
The memories are still strong enough to hold me.your kisses still warm enough to tingle my tummy.
I still love you enough to try for you, still ignited by all you do.but now i want you to stop saving my heart.walk away and let met crumble, maybe i will rise from the dust,
But now this is the time where i really need to fall apart.
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