…I just wanna
overdose
on the intoxicating air
you breathe…
.x.
…I just wanna
overdose
on the intoxicating air
you breathe…
.x.
…Right now I’m dieing inside
just a little…
…Right now I’m crying inside
just a little…
…But its alright, yeah it’s ok.
There’s always tomorrow,
while I fall apart today…
.x.
I love you
and will love you…
in this life until
my dieing breath,
beyond this life,
and beyond the next.
I will search for you
in every lifetime
and I will love you,
with all my heart
in each and every one.
For my soul
is bound to you eternally.
You are my forever…
my always…
my One…
.x.
You must be a musician
because You play me like an instrument,
weaving the perfect melody from my lips…
You kiss and caress
the strings of my emotions
pulling symphonies from my desires…
yes…
You must be a musician,
and I?
I Your perfect instrument…
.x.
I don’t fear your heart…
I fear that you’ll see mine
and think me less…
I don’t fear you
I see your scars
and the deep lines upon your face,
I just want to run my fingers across your skin
and with my fingers trace ever battle
you’ve walked through, you’ve fought.
I don’t fear the sadness within you…
I fear you’ll see the darkness that surrounds me and turn away…
I don’t fear you.
I fear I’ll never be enough…
.x.
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