Here we stand,
Whether we know it or not.
We're falling like sand,
With every step I fought.
Lead me away,
Sharp lines I fell for.
A smile per day,
The wish for more.
Push then pull,
A string of my heart.
Pull until
The heart's strum is to start.
The beat of love,
A heart's song.
White as a dove,
Feelings sung.
Two tear me in half,
Leaving a line in their wake,
It begins with a laugh,
And ends for their sake.
It's a line that parts,
Divides me in two:
The gentle strum of my heart,
It makes me love you.
 Ukeire · Fri Apr 03, 2009 @ 12:41am · 0 Comments |
