By Arcassin Burnham

Love,
Don't mean a thing,
When I'm beside you,
And I,
Guide you,
To the promise Land,
Swear I would be your man,
To be returned,
Looking at the fire all in guilt,
Like I need to burn,
There's no,
Other way to say,
I don't wanna see you with him,
I'm not the jealous type,
But you need to quit him,
Don't wanna be some kind of friend,
I'm such ashame,
Even though I can not cope with your decision,
I feel the strain,
Put your hand upon my heart,
Sounds of stringing guitars,
Or to hear an unestablished track,
On a beat machine that sparks,
Light the fire,
Make it hot,
I want to feel the flame,
Take me higher,
Wash me off,
With some purple rain.