(picture: gustav klimt 'the kiss' 1908)
how can something so sweet as a kiss
haunt my soul like a forever lost ghost?
always around on mind, always inside me
there is nothing to do about your spell
for the words you once spoke in my ears
will be always on my lonely nights
like a burden of this disgraced love
for the times i thought i was free
were the times i suddenly discoved
i was most taken by remembering you...
by 愛 dani weber 愛
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