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Dreams stroll in the park

 

The moon is mean tonight

As I won’t hold you tight.

You can bark at my door,

In my hart I adore

My sweet son and not you,

So don’t behave like glue.

 

I know your eyes aren’t blue

And your truths are too few…

Just sleep under a bridge

I keep cold like a fridge!

Stay away from my sight

As I won’t hold you tight.

 

Inside wakes up a storm;

A small amount of warm

Flesh is your only charm.

I won’t make you no harm.

 

Maybe inside my bed

A small nest still for you.

In the morning some bread

Then go home ’cause a new

Wish of mine may surprise:

Run away would be wise.

 

The moon is mean tonight

And just now I won’t fight.

 

The moon drowns in the dark

My dreams stroll in the park:

Thomas smiles I’m happy

He plays the piano

The moon is so sleepy

My mouth just answers “No”

 

The sheets stroke my body

Your chest won’t be bloody

But beware if I hold

You. Something may unfold

That you did not expect.

An instant you’ll respect

Me and eternity

Will make the world pretty.

 

The moon was mean last night

This morning the sky bright.

 

 

Veronika 16 09  07