I wish I had your picture,
the guilt I feel about thinking of you is a thick heavy mixture,
I keep it in the refrigerator,
the coldest part of my heart,
but at night, I sneek into the icebox,
and sip some, my lips stained with the indecency of the act,
it's not real, but we dance in my dreamscape and I laugh when I wake
because even though it kills me to think about you,
I get a secret thrill out of stealing those moments,
It is my pleasure to keep these gems, and if I could,
I would adorn myself with the many I have stolen.
Why do I dream of you every night?
the guilt I feel about thinking of you is a thick heavy mixture,
I keep it in the refrigerator,
the coldest part of my heart,
but at night, I sneek into the icebox,
and sip some, my lips stained with the indecency of the act,
it's not real, but we dance in my dreamscape and I laugh when I wake
because even though it kills me to think about you,
I get a secret thrill out of stealing those moments,
It is my pleasure to keep these gems, and if I could,
I would adorn myself with the many I have stolen.
Why do I dream of you every night?
razorbladevixen:
Oh lord, how beautiful is he. I could write a thousand words and never begin to touch on who he really is. So fragile is this relationship of ours, that I'm afraid at the drop of a hat, he'll be gone. Like ashes on the wind......quote the raven nevermore.... 