Nonesense567

I will dig holes

On muddy days
Where rain drops are a blessing to my LoVe 

To sit still on a rocking chair
While listening to phantom stories of  old romances 

I will wear a black robe
When it snows...and leave my foot prints of loving

No easy way out to my dying 

I will dig holes and make it our home
A memory lost of sin
Now you sleep in and out of sleep...you sleep too

This is not a dream  yet I dream of you

I will dig holes and plant my freedom 
Next to insanity of our passion