My soul an empty canvas
an unwritten book
my mind follows like brush strokes
of my infatuation
where you first became an angel
Illuminated by my longing
like an untouchable light
you entered into my life
and killed me with a kiss
Blessed be the man who his very own he can call you, how I wish to be that man , to hold your heart tight in my hands, to be the one you hold at night, to awake with you at morning light. How I long for you | ||
Depression eats at my mind like a canker in a rose, makes me wonder who i am, this monster that you see well this clearly is not me, those things i said, the way i was i cannot excuse, but let me explain, that that was not me but my illness | ||