Shyanne Morreau Biography

watch me sit here in my room
slowly as i bleed
waiting for the moment
when you cant hear me breath
...

the dead silence of the night
hopeing it will be alright
the stillness of the room
it all ended too soon
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The way you captured me
through your poem, and song
I had never felt anything
at least for so long
...

slowly he wraps his arms around her waist
and soon there is a silent simple taste
and beauty was written across his face
and she cried as he untied her lace
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left with only a memory
of your warmth upon me
and i can still feel you breath
your heart synchronized with me
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