Παρασκευή, 2 Ιανουαρίου 2015

~ My selfless love ~

Don't ask for forgiveness
just touch me

I don't want you to tell me from what material you're made of
I touch your skin and I understand
I don't want you to tell me where or how you grew up
I see it in your eyes
Please don't tell me yet what you have gone through
I hear it in your heart beat
I'm not interested in your stories. Neither old, neither new
I don't want to know where will you be tomorrow
It's enough that you came to kill this painful night.

Don't ask me questions
you will know everything in the morning

~ Κώτσος, 2/1/15 ~

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