**In deep sleep, her anguished voice rings a bell in my brain,
hear the screams of a woman in my blood stream,
hallucination, I loved to believe, but then it became more frequent
at night, she whispers, her intimate secrets, without shame
in to my ears, in a seductive voice.Do I like it? she snickers
I got used to it's persuasive lilt, sometimes it sounds like a complaint.
If I turn a deaf ear, she knows how to make me listen
Then I am all ears; become her single, faithful, captive listener.
She questions me sometimes"Tell me what you know about ***
I go and learn the fundas on the female of the spices,
in detail, pass the test,
wonder, how little I know about her as a person. Isn't she my counterpart?
She talks about the curtain of ignorance, that still segregates her from him
and chides me "Will you be complete, if I didn't wake you up"**
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
**In deep sleep, her anguished voice rings a bell in my brain,
hear the screams of a woman in my blood stream,
hallucination, I loved to believe, but then it became more frequent
at night, she whispers, her intimate secrets, without shame
in to my ears, in a seductive voice.Do I like it? she snickers
I got used to it's persuasive lilt, sometimes it sounds like a complaint.
If I turn a deaf ear, she knows how to make me listen
Then I am all ears; become her single, faithful, captive listener.
She questions me sometimes"Tell me what you know about ***
I go and learn the fundas on the female of the spices,
in detail, pass the test,
wonder, how little I know about her as a person. Isn't she my counterpart?
She talks about the curtain of ignorance, that still segregates her from him
and chides me "Will you be complete, if I didn't wake you up"**
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