By Arcassin Burnham
In the beginning of December,
Midnight of the first,
The clock struck 12,
I was in need for my thirst,
To Drank from her emotions,
Past feelings of a friend,
Hair hanging down,
Like the stream that never ends,
Put me in your prayers,
....pray,
..pray,
I never lost my respect for you,
You would have been,
Not only looking back in rearviews,
By lost in beautiful haikus,
I would be dead too,
But I'd die for you,
As long as you know the clock strikes 12,
Meet me at one playing kiss or tell.
In the beginning of December,
Midnight of the first,
The clock struck 12,
I was in need for my thirst,
To Drank from her emotions,
Past feelings of a friend,
Hair hanging down,
Like the stream that never ends,
Put me in your prayers,
....pray,
..pray,
I never lost my respect for you,
You would have been,
Not only looking back in rearviews,
By lost in beautiful haikus,
I would be dead too,
But I'd die for you,
As long as you know the clock strikes 12,
Meet me at one playing kiss or tell.
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