Some country music

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Untold stories

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The blinks of the eyes

turn the pages of stories

Never written…

Aching bodies zipped up,

And scarves around bruises.

Corners of mouth pulsing

And words swallowed.

Feeding on the untold stories.

Yet endlessly hungry

And blue.

The night has come

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The night is a robber.

It grabs me by the throat.

Takes away the air

Until there is nothing but

A muffled sound

Like a firearm

shot through a pillow

instead of a silencer.

The night is rough

A rapist of thoughts.

Crawling inside the mind

Forcefully.

Eating the remains of my mind.

The night is a serial killer.

Has killed me many times.

Each time a new script

For the same outcome

Put on repeat.

Song of the Day

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And here comes the same story again, Saturday.

You won’t know, but there is still winter in my heart.
And here comes the same tune again, your’s.
I give you a kiss on the back of your neck.
I call you, I call you,
I’m not afraid (being away), I’m with you anyway.
I talk to you, I talk to you,
And I sing.
I swear to you, there is no one happier than me.
Even if you don’t think so
And there is someone else, yet it’s not really the same thing.
Admit that you like me a little,
You do so like me, I whisper to you…
And I feel so good all the same again.
One more saturday without you,
And your heart will get frozen.
One more winter and you are gone.
Days and nights become multiplied.
I know time freezes
Feelings which are like water.
In my dreams your photo is frozen.
 
I will never forget that kiss
Under the full moon.
And that little smile won’t be erased.
Every second you get prettier.
And that naughty look never,
My memory will never erase it.
And here comes the same smile again, on your face.
So beautiful, it makes me dizzy.
Ask me for a hug, a big one,
A sweet one, that I could remember for a month.
I swear to you, there is no one happier than me,
Under the full moon.
And if there is someone else, yet it’s not really the same thing.
Every second you get prettier.
My memory will never erase it, never.
Beautiful like water
My memory will never erase it,
My memory… beautiful, beautiful
Like water,
Like water.