From me to you (H.P.T. № 47)
And here I am, like clay pit dirty
And striking like a 10 days spree
I came to you, so tired of walking,
To say: “My girl, beware of me”
My lovely girl, from here and ever
Don’t answer my persisting calls,
Don’t search my eyes and meet me never
Among the streets and noisy malls.
Because of me, my burning nature
My dreams and ways I used to be
Keep out you heart and guard you treasures
From craving and predacious me.
I’m sure you’ll be ok, my dear.
You’ll soon become you wish to be
Don’t cry about I told you there,
Instead of chains I set you free.
Frommetoyou HPT 47
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