Post by strangeclouds on Oct 26, 2004 1:29:59 GMT -5
Look-
Behind your eyes-
Do you see what is growing there?
You are what is dead in most of the living
You- are my walking dreams...
And if ever, you fail to soar-
Come back- to take my wings
Because, afterall-
You were the one who gave them to me.
Fly, Love- Because halfway between worlds,
I will drown you,
In my sea of wishes-
Just to fade
Behind your lashes
And no one else will ever know
That I-
Was not black-
Inside.
Behind your eyes-
Do you see what is growing there?
You are what is dead in most of the living
You- are my walking dreams...
And if ever, you fail to soar-
Come back- to take my wings
Because, afterall-
You were the one who gave them to me.
Fly, Love- Because halfway between worlds,
I will drown you,
In my sea of wishes-
Just to fade
Behind your lashes
And no one else will ever know
That I-
Was not black-
Inside.