The eyes of he could I lose myself in-
***** of fire though Hell not to be seen.
For thine are full of passion and of sin,
Though sin be just an excuse to be clean.
Are either of us pure as untouched snow?
Until my life is over I will wait.
Of course the answer to it be a no,
Impossible on earth full of such hate.
And here you hear I’ve lost myself again,
In eyes full of such power that they speak.
They tell me that for certain I am sane,
And with them I see nothing that is bleak.
Though blinded am I by the honest truth,
Of how you took away my only youth
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
The eyes of he could I lose myself in-
***** of fire though Hell not to be seen.
For thine are full of passion and of sin,
Though sin be just an excuse to be clean.
Are either of us pure as untouched snow?
Until my life is over I will wait.
Of course the answer to it be a no,
Impossible on earth full of such hate.
And here you hear I’ve lost myself again,
In eyes full of such power that they speak.
They tell me that for certain I am sane,
And with them I see nothing that is bleak.
Though blinded am I by the honest truth,
Of how you took away my only youth
