Exhausted with caress
I’m exhausted with your caress
Through the force of your instinct
I will never fly in Paris
On the wings of restless wind.
I won’t taste again your kisses
I can feel they are so cold
I forgive you just like Jesus,
But you have to leave my world.
Go away I’ll find the reason
To approve this step of yours
Can’t you see your mind’s in prison
Can’t you hear the autumn goes!
I have known defeat from passion
And sometimes I was so mad
I would like accept obsession,
But your love is really dead.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2019