I love you in the darkest hours,
where my heart is pierced like voodoo dolls,
Under the spell of Eros - love is tantamount to the forbidden fruit,
But I can't help it when I wear the thoughts of you like a nightcap,
Thought you of turns my pillowcase into a dreamcatcher,
So when daylight breaks I won't remember you like a nightmare.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
I love you in the darkest hours,
where my heart is pierced like voodoo dolls,
Under the spell of Eros - love is tantamount to the forbidden fruit,
But I can't help it when I wear the thoughts of you like a nightcap,
Thought you of turns my pillowcase into a dreamcatcher,
So when daylight breaks I won't remember you like a nightmare.
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