Waterfall on a spark A gentle man, with a sword in hand Lack of heart, til the battle starts Prestine in light, but never in the dark Alone in a forest, watch for a distant spark Looking at you, with holes in your eyes Sticking the pins, through a cushion of lies Sinking feelings, from your eyes to your lips Salty taste, riddled through our final kiss Claim a heart, waterfall on the spark Take the dive, drown in your own pride Hand on neck, choke to feel the beat Point the finger, the map has become a street Her love is too much, wish mine was enough Caress on the curves, please neglect my touch The lines on your hands, fit mine to perfection But I cut my own lines, the meaning of deception
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 10:37:57 +0000
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