![]() Soulprints.A Poem by Bullet Soul
Poetic whispers, shout loud through the night
Preparing your soul, for love’s final fight Le cui impronte digitali lacrimogeni in tutta la tua anima? You’ve washed your hands, of romance’s blood Kicking and screaming, now out of its grasp Why must each commitment, mean another war? Soft like the bows, that she tied in her hair Leaving you breathless, she was the worst disease A virus that found her way to your heart… Desire melts, your hardened heart With just one look, in love’s bright eyes Shine like the moon, in your fingertips Le cui impronte digitali lacrimogeni in tutta la tua anima? Touching her softly, all through the night An angels chorus, brings you her laughter She is the redder than the rose, you hold up to her lips Come morning your pillow, will then be empty With only a rose, to prove your existence As she sleeps at night, dreaming of your arms A tear stained rose, a midnight kiss, a tear inside her heart She washed her hands, of romance’s blood But still it is hard, to truly let go Della punta delle dita in tutta la tua anima © 2010 Bullet SoulAuthor's Note
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