Why do I so much so love you so, when I am fire, and you are the stove… Sparks a-fly each time we meet, things turn ugly, so prettily quick! The thick, dull blackening on your side, is it just me or do all make you cry..?
First you say that you love me, and then you say you gotta leave, then you say that you need me, and you want me to believe… You know that I love you, you know that I care… Still I need to know, that you will be there..!
Your insides simmer when we are both one, is it with fear of what will happen when we are done? Have no fright my dear, have no fear, may you have no sadness, even if it kills me, for you I’ll always do what’s right… I’ll welcome the ice, I’ll embrace the cold pain, if it makes you bright, I’ll dance in the rain!
And now I’m ashes, and you’ve been long gone… And this distance hurts so much more that the mercilessly happy sun… All I can do now is to bid my lonely time, pray to God that soon enough again, we will be one…
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