Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The save of Qountouck.

I will love him forever
The shield at my right hand
The last defense incured was on my knees
The second was on my feet
The next shall be in my bed

He talked in speed of pace to arrive my place
I never saw him like that again

Its love covering a multitude of sins
Buried my shame
To save from disgrace

Its the little things that mean most
And most to me he was.

I gamble to wake up in Vegas.

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