Sunday, January 2, 2011

I believe

I believe
In the kinda love found in dreams
The kind that makes a heart
Give blood curdling screams

I believe
In cyanide pumping
Through my veins
Charging my thoughts
For you, only you.

I believe
In something you cannot create
It manifests itself inside
Then crawls through every pore
Until you cease to be
And you cannot give anymore

I believe in love
Of the purest kind
Like a white hot light
It leads the deaf and blind
I cling to it for my next breath
Because this love
Is all I have left.
Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

No comments:

Post a Comment