Sunday 18 January 2009

letto- sandaran hati

Let you be a player, my darling
So you come to me, a tired you
Then let me be an actor, who
Become anyone you need me to

I love you with fear
In my every breath
The optimism I have, my dear
Is therefore saved for my death

It claims for our lives, this love
One I’m accustomed to
Once it breaks I’ll live
Because I have to

But.

Let you not be a player
Thus not an actor, I am
Then I, then all, this love
Is, I don’t know-

I don't know.