Friday, alone, and raining

I hope you could remind me
How wine tastes like.
The poetry it tells
Wich dances you to lullabye.

I hope you could whisper
The sweetness of your embrace.
And everytime you open your eyes
You only see my face.

I hope you could stop
The buzz of the rain in my head
The ever gloom in my heart
Put some warmth on this bed.

But then you smiled and gazed at my face
While placing a lay on my grave
Hearts gently wrapped in a lace
Where no one can save.

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