April´s playground

This is how it all began.
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To a party downtown
with red lights
gowns and masks
in a sofa with pillows
and wine
red colors red carpets
red lips and blue eyes
a single confession (has)
been made towards the night
Take me home
take my hand
take me out of this place
with red curtains
and silvery smiles
and the promises made
in that red colored light
might mean nothing to you
at all
so
up with a shadow
with lights dimmed
and time
we watch faces and
moments they pass
We had gotten here not
so intentionally as to
see what would happen
at last
Take me home
take my hand
take me out of this place
there´s no people that
i recognise
They´re all hiding inside
and they don´t realise
that to me
this means nothing
at all.

3.4.06