Are you happy now?
To have me on my knees,
wondering how,
I ended up in this mess,
with your blood on my dress.
These laced up lips,
are ripping through.
and a blind mans finger tips
are pointing at you.
Are you happy now?
to have me on my knees,
wondering how,
I ended up in this mess
with your blood on my dress.
Through heavenly love,
I call to you,
but in this fog,
you can't see through.
So I sit, like a dog.
and wait for the air,
to become see-through.
 Pleasure moon · Fri Apr 17, 2009 @ 07:08am · 0 Comments |
