how deep must that hole be dug now
to hide all the sins of this serenity
lying next to you
in the morning so content
on a pillow smelling like
Jasmine
I have one ***** and a jackhammer I can borrow
and I would do it again sin
like no one in the world saw
and no being cared -of a higher power
no preacher was there when I met you
and no priest will tear me away
now