It wont do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
It wont do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I dont know
how I would live with myself,
what Id forgive of myself
if you dont go.
So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I dont know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you dont go.
It wont do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.
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