Santiago_del_Alba
Poeta recién llegado
I give you my hand.
Take your time;
dont go with out talk,
I let you mine.
Dont go! Please.
Dont throw me to the dark.
Give me just time,
to be like I was.
The sweet taste of vengeance,
let you bind.
Look at me, Im here,
follow my voice, is near,
feel my blood, is warm,
touch my corpse, Im dying.
Dont go! Please.
Be with me,
the time is short,
but feel so long.
You just waited,
to see me free.
Dont go! ; please.
Take your time;
dont go with out talk,
I let you mine.
Dont go! Please.
Dont throw me to the dark.
Give me just time,
to be like I was.
The sweet taste of vengeance,
let you bind.
Look at me, Im here,
follow my voice, is near,
feel my blood, is warm,
touch my corpse, Im dying.
Dont go! Please.
Be with me,
the time is short,
but feel so long.
You just waited,
to see me free.
Dont go! ; please.
