First thing in the morning, last thing on my mind.
Can love be dangerous to the point of crucifixion? where you're left hanging there
immobile with your limbs screaming in pain? till you ache even, behind your eyes.
dangerous to the point where the remnants of a soul is destroyed by a careless heart?
Your eyes like smudged diamonds, the happiest almonds when you smile,
i cannot tear my eyes away. when you lean in for one more, i lose my head.
that kiss layered with drugs, seeping through my veins, binds me with a silver
feeling. your whispering touch, silently. subtly melting my fortress.
you're addictive, and as you take my hand and lead me into the moonlight
a smile spreads across your lovely face. i am alone, with your lovely bones.
love is almost surreal, and the goingons around me like a cartoon strip pieced with weak glue.
but you make me feel so vulnerable, yet safe from the weathers of this world
this is what i do, when i think about you.
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