the time to express the inner workings of my being
keep slipping out in other ways than what I'm used to.
my speaking is creaking down a hallway with a flickering bulb,
such as the light of my life when I'm straining my neck to get
a better body,
a better look.
you've charmed me, caught me in your dark eyes.
you've locked me in, and I want to cut off your locks,
and hold them like hands in my pockets
so that you don't have the chance to break them.
emotions are static lately, sparking
catching soft satin on fire
steigen auf mich
I'll show you how I survive.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:20 AM UTC
the time to express the inner workings of my being
keep slipping out in other ways than what I'm used to.
my speaking is creaking down a hallway with a flickering bulb,
such as the light of my life when I'm straining my neck to get
a better body,
a better look.
you've charmed me, caught me in your dark eyes.
you've locked me in, and I want to cut off your locks,
and hold them like hands in my pockets
so that you don't have the chance to break them.
emotions are static lately, sparking
catching soft satin on fire
steigen auf mich
I'll show you how I survive.
I love you with all my heart*
