Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Tragedy

Sleep heaven sleep
my lover is not ready yet,

although we crawl in despair
pretending to cease the pain
so our life will be not invain,
drinking each others tears
we fool our fears.

Guarding each others souls
two fallen angels

carring their silent thorns.
Waiting the sweetest eternal night,

two souls with everything yet to be said.

I beg in the night,
to hold you tight to step in the light

belonging forever 
is our bittersweet delight.

© Diana Mistera 2009
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