fredag 20. mars 2009

Vodka.

All I want is more;
It is you that I adore;
Faithfully your whore.

One familiar face;
I swallow your embrace;
And flaunt your borrowed grace.

A liquid ecstacy;
My pains don't bother me;
When you accompany.

An empty alibi;
Tempting me to fly;
Smiles and says goodbye.

But why leave me so soon?
Return to my cocoon;
Where I offer you a boon.

It's time I need to borrow;
I'll hand you my sorrow;
When I summon you tomorrow.

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