deepundergroundpoetry.com

Misty Me, Misty You
I looked happy
Happy with a secret
I can't remember you
I can't remember them
Those faces, I see them in a mist
Don't get lost, not again!
You are wicked, I'm wicked
You are my misty, misty, misty boy
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
You were always a misty dream
Umm, I'm gonna be your misty nightmare
Oh, why, why I can't touch you
You are disappearing from me, me
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
I still see you in my dreams
You make me trembly
I'm melting in your arms
Kiss my neck one more time
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Your kisses are deadly
Shaking like a hurricane
You implicated me
And now I'm dead, like those roses in my garden
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Happy with a secret
I can't remember you
I can't remember them
Those faces, I see them in a mist
Don't get lost, not again!
You are wicked, I'm wicked
You are my misty, misty, misty boy
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
You were always a misty dream
Umm, I'm gonna be your misty nightmare
Oh, why, why I can't touch you
You are disappearing from me, me
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
I still see you in my dreams
You make me trembly
I'm melting in your arms
Kiss my neck one more time
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Your kisses are deadly
Shaking like a hurricane
You implicated me
And now I'm dead, like those roses in my garden
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 645
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.