Written in my Dreams
 

Dreams don?t lastnor does the nightjust stay with meand help me writemy calligraphy Ankara escort is poorfor I?m no artistyet my word is truththey?re words I harvestmy words on your skinwill leave their scenttill our flesh dissolves,sated and spentthe moon will moanthe stars will weep.but the story I writewill be yours to keep