Sleep on love

by Ole Carsten   Feb 20, 2012


The morning storm.
Don't know where from.
Wind is hauling.
The alarm is calling.

My skin is cracking.
The sleep is lacking.
Outside it's cold.
The barometer told.

Roll over, let me cover,
you my lover,
it was just a dream,
time is not what it seam.

Time is standing still
It is a matter of will
The night is young
Sleep with me be strong

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  • 12 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Thanks, yes it slipped away

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    I think you forgot o word in the second line Ole. As I said before I hope things may be fixed soon between you too.Peace.

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