The horrid beauty that is you
By Doc Watson
If my love was a fire, then maybe you could see it If you envisioned us tangled in love then maybe we could be it But the diminished flames of this Love's hopes have slowly started to die, again starving for air, they slowly grope for Death to end the Pain, but then You'd never get to know of the sorrow, the regimen that keeps this man alive I'd never have to let go of the joy that is your face, your eyes your tears, your lies your laughter, my cries If you were my love, then maybe I could have happiness It I were your one and only, then maybe it wouldn't matter that I'm penniless But I know that this can't be because you care more than I Of those special things, the ones called flaws, Admitting yours, you'd rather die accepting mine, you'd rather lie an easy out, you'd rather buy if not with me, then some other guy never once, answer why but always away! like a bird you'd fly and leave me alone leave me here to cry and leave me lost leave me here to die Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 03:52 PM PST 0 • 8
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