Dearest mine, please don't change your mind.
I'm waking up now, to the sweetest of sounds spoken aloud.
So soft
so sweet
like it should be spoken in silence. Yours is the kind to make men succumb to violence
just to have your for their own.
But your love is not a love to be owned.
Instead to be admired for every inch that makes you, you.
I don't deserve the present your presence brings.
I'm a sinner
I'm foul,
but you can make birds sing and wolves howl
who am I?
a lonely soul,
aimless and careless where I should not be.
Please see the light in me,
you are the first to have the heart in me
unearthed.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 1:31 PM UTC
Dearest mine, please don't change your mind.
I'm waking up now, to the sweetest of sounds spoken aloud.
So soft
so sweet
like it should be spoken in silence. Yours is the kind to make men succumb to violence
just to have your for their own.
But your love is not a love to be owned.
Instead to be admired for every inch that makes you, you.
I don't deserve the present your presence brings.
I'm a sinner
I'm foul,
but you can make birds sing and wolves howl
who am I?
a lonely soul,
aimless and careless where I should not be.
Please see the light in me,
you are the first to have the heart in me
unearthed.
