BACK TO THE PAST
The darkness of night falls,
bad memories resurface,
guilt beset you.
not sleep and you think ........
Think about that night in August,
think the girl lying down,
think of the deserted beach.
not sleep and you think ..........
She was beautiful, she was blonde, was blessed
tried just a kiss, a caress, but you
aware of the selfish
you stole his candid innocence.
Poor flower bud
severed from its stem,
your purity is broken,
your joy is turned off.
not sleep and you think .......
remember that night far away, that gift
stolen by force,
eyes flooded with tears and his eyes
not forget.
f.scordino
bad memories resurface,
guilt beset you.
not sleep and you think ........
Think about that night in August,
think the girl lying down,
think of the deserted beach.
not sleep and you think ..........
She was beautiful, she was blonde, was blessed
tried just a kiss, a caress, but you
aware of the selfish
you stole his candid innocence.
Poor flower bud
severed from its stem,
your purity is broken,
your joy is turned off.
not sleep and you think .......
remember that night far away, that gift
stolen by force,
eyes flooded with tears and his eyes
not forget.
f.scordino
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