Heart racing head spinning
thinking of you
Mind thundering thinking
Is it true?
My heart an open book being
read
Is it true are you really
dead?
Not once ont twice I've
thought of this
Death so sweet
That is our only
place left to meet
You left one promice
to me
That we would outlast
Eternity
My soft lips used to caress
yours
Everything that was mine
was ours
My hopes dreams everything
Lost
They fly out an open window
tossed
To the damned demons
down below
To the place I may go
As soon. . . as the knife falls
 Ms Ellipsis · Mon Jun 25, 2007 @ 03:47pm · 0 Comments |
