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travelling

door killea

Don't knock on my door
or my window
I am not here unraveling
travelling into the light

far from your eyes
that told your secrets
to music carved in stone
deeply shown, my love I go

the knife hurt most
when it was twisted
forced in, crawled out of the ditch
the bitch, played it so well

like a thief in the night
for carnal delight
she, boosting your conceit
my defeat complete

the last drops have dried
like unremovable stains
now all that was is dead
I bled, far too long

following the sweet songs
the last revs in the street
you'll never see me again
rain, it will my love

Don't knock on my door
I'm not here anymore
solong, I am gone
travelling, moving on

gone



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feedback van andere lezers

• Danvoieanne
  Beautiful xx
  killea: thank you Anne
  xx
  j
• Hoeselaar
  Wenn ich es gut begreiffe geht es hier um einen jungen man der fur das Zeeländische fernsehen arbeitete und der im zuge seiner laufbahn den tot fand.
  
  Willy
  killea: nee Willy, es ist mehr persoenlich...
  xx
  j
• greta
  Feels like a rythm as in 'whuthering hights'.
  Nice.
  killea: thank you Greta
  xx
  j