She sits there in her chair centered out without a care.
Aura of a holy child all grown up with fires desire.
She moves a moment before she stirs,
oblivious to this swirling world.
Inciting is her afterthought,
am i distracted or distraught?
The smile that i once forgot,
her everything is what i want.
But it's those eyes i can not see,
so worried she can see through me.
Her light, a spirit much stronger then mine,
to reach her i wonder if i could climb.
If heaven is real it is her realm,
for she's an angel i can tell.
So humble she does not believe,
but catch my breathing i skipped a beat.
See i believe i am a dragon spitting fire killing myself from the inside out.
But with you around i have no doubt.
So careful not to make a mistake,
i've now become what it is i hate.
For i would do anything in heavens sake,
but they wont allow what's surely fake.
And every night i lay in bed,
as your words surround my head.
I'm growing up so you can see
i'm here for you apart of me.
My favorite dream you killed me with a knife,
and we were together in the next life.