Thinking of Love
As the secounds tick
Away my life
I find myself
Thinking of you
How your hair flows
Down your back
And your star-lit eyes
Absorb my soul
I think how your purity
Is too good
For this jaded
Master of murder
And now with no regret
I die
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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