Before he forgets what love feels like
Dart my heart to your voice
Dart my eyes to the way you move
Dart my lips to the taste of you coffee
Dart my way to your door.
Sure it is a long way back home
Hope in your window still shines
Dart my picture to your smile
Why am I so cold and distant?
Where are my hammer and my plow?
Why I feel so lost, sad and guilty
Why this bridge is not long enough
Dart my dreams to your bed
Dart my love before is too late.
Poetry by Adriøn Caldera
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Written on 2011-11-28 at 02:48
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Letter from afar
Dart my heart to your voice
Dart my eyes to the way you move
Dart my lips to the taste of you coffee
Dart my way to your door.
Sure it is a long way back home
Hope in your window still shines
Dart my picture to your smile
Why am I so cold and distant?
Where are my hammer and my plow?
Why I feel so lost, sad and guilty
Why this bridge is not long enough
Dart my dreams to your bed
Dart my love before is too late.
Poetry by Adriøn Caldera
Read 948 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2011-11-28 at 02:48
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