1:37 AM
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Your eyes, they twinkle,
the darkest star
Your hair, it sways
like unwounding tar
Til the time of that fateful hour,
the residue of your blood remain
A rose; it's thorns, a withered flower
Will we ever be saved again?
I give you my lungs,
so you can breathe
I give you my soul,
So you can live
I give you my heart,
So that you can love too,
Now can't you see
what i'm doing for you?