The Shadow
He comes like a cold wind on a winters night
Yet he keeps me warm telling me what i need to hear
Trying to make me believe
That he is the one thats going to save me from myself
My eyes give a slight shine,but
Without stability nor promises.
He comes like a cold wind on a winters night
Yet he keeps me warm not making any false promises ...not making any promises
Nor emty wishes
He doesnt want to give me the world ,
He just want to lay by my side
Slide his hand on my milky skin:
As he said
He just want to embrace the moment not giving anything but not expecting anything either
Anything i do is out my own will anything i say well...
Came out my own mouth
Being with him means free to me
This is such a mess...
Iam trapped in my own view of how free should be
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