although i can proudly stare into your eyes
it really wont change the growing swell under our feet
i can admire the curves your body has shaped
but I cant touch the faith
because faith isnt one of those tangible thoughts
its one of those if only thoughts
one of those
if i was left out to dry would
you lift me on high from bloody gates
and under a cape of hate would you feel my back
and the muscles within start to wilt?
1 comment:
this is not different from your livejournal
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