Tell me what I want to hear
Not what needs to said
Share with me your confidence
For I, I lack thereof
Be with me when I need you here
And I will always come running to you
It's so easy to let things slip through the cracks
Unless you're here
Be my angel
Stand in the caressing darkness
That I find so comforting
Sort of a desperate sadness here. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteMerci beaucoup, madamoiselle.
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