Premier Disque Robert Delaunay



I barely breathe
I stumble so
I come across
All for you

Waiting in line
Waiting for the fall
Waiting to wake
But not to you

I call SOS
I cry scenes
I whisper desperations
To a rival lover

Here I am, my mind’s made up
Over here, catch my body up  
Right here, heart shot up
Every bullet blessed

Waiting to ungrieve
Waiting to unsurvive
Waiting to leave
Waiting to arrive



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