All I have to give to you in this life
Is the words that I forge on the tip of my tongue with my own two hands
So listen closely and read carefully
To these words that I shape in fire and darkness for you
Heated up in a blazing furnace stoked with the coals burning in my heart
Hammered into these sentences while still glowing yellow-orange
Placed in water to temper and harden
So that when you trace my lexicon it won't break under your scrutiny
And will last under the pressure of your love
(Discarding away the **** of unusable vocabulary;
I repeat this process until my words become sentences
And my sentences become the verses that I meant for you)
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
All I have to give to you in this life
Is the words that I forge on the tip of my tongue with my own two hands
So listen closely and read carefully
To these words that I shape in fire and darkness for you
Heated up in a blazing furnace stoked with the coals burning in my heart
Hammered into these sentences while still glowing yellow-orange
Placed in water to temper and harden
So that when you trace my lexicon it won't break under your scrutiny
And will last under the pressure of your love
(Discarding away the **** of unusable vocabulary;
I repeat this process until my words become sentences
And my sentences become the verses that I meant for you)
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