Could be a painting,
Half done,
Under shadows,
Dark and fading,
Waiting to be filled in,
By the Painters brush.
Could be a dream,
Remembering and speaking,
Your sleeping name,
Black, blue and white,
Running away,
In the dark of the night. [x2]
Its just your face,
In another place,
Where we met to leave again,
Nothing remains
Save Ink in rain.
Artist: Blutengel
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