She Likes To Walk When Night Has Come
She likes to walk when night has come
And every time like on cornice
She's like an angel I'll stay numb,
But skies reject her heavy sins.
They're heavy like her idle cross
Nevertheless she goes outside
There's no free place in heart of hers
She doesn't need someone beside.
I give her mercy through my love
I hope that she will have to feel
She goes outside, word's not enough
And she is disobedient still.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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