and I hope my blood runs thinner, but opposite it does, it grows, thicker and thicker, just to think of you and I, and I wonder what it is that gets to me, why I have to protect such a prize, that no one else wants, I have to close you in a case and lock you in tight, just to hope that this world will forget you, so I can have every last drop from your lips in my own possession, and crazy, I go, for just that. for my blood just runs thicker.... and I pray for myself to bleed every last drop, so you see how much I care for you, but I hold every last bit inside, so that it won't run out, and splatter onto you, and how ironic that just a few months back, I was just screaming for your love, and wishing I had every single tear you have ever cried, but somehow I feel, that I do not have anything but thick water, that isn't real, and makes me want nothing. but you. inside, my heart, running through my veins, so then why do I feel like there isn't anything running to keep me alive, if... all I do have... is your love.
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