May 2012
Do not make airy promises
like a drunken sailor
On leave for a holiday.
Tell me your secrets
And love the bits of me
That are the least repulsive
For as long as you can.
It is all I ask.
like a drunken sailor
On leave for a holiday.
Tell me your secrets
And love the bits of me
That are the least repulsive
For as long as you can.
It is all I ask.
