LUCENT
our day
neverending
she haunts each desire
wanders the curl of a word
I cover my mouth and whisper
why
is it only me here?
as if you never turn toward my cracked voice
the answer
I am always dreaming.
LUCENT
our day
neverending
she haunts each desire
wanders the curl of a word
I cover my mouth and whisper
why
is it only me here?
as if you never turn toward my cracked voice
the answer
I am always dreaming.