"True love lies within the fringes of insanity and bliss"
Yeah, I wrote that, while I was thinking of your kiss
So sweet, so succulent, forever mine
For all of eternity, all in good time
It’s said, absence makes the heart grow fonder
Before I see you, I whine and ponder
Torn am I, the mystery of your face
We're the perfect combination of leather and lace
Like a blank canvas, white with no paint
At first glance, knees buckle, and I faint
Speechless, I can produce no sound
Just in awe, in you I finally found
But in all reality, this is just a dream
Fantasy land, or so it would seem
Wishful thinking, the evidence doesn’t exist
But eye’s closed, your voice persists
Haunting and taunting every deep thought
All the past battles I so carelessly fought
The broken road that will one day lead to you
Has left me jaded, so faded, and cautious too
These feelings in songs I’ve committed to write
In hopes that one day you’ll read my plight
Give me a chance, to start a new life
In hopes that one day, I’ll make you my wife
Become my best friend, my partner in crime
Help me write songs, with a new sense of rhyme
Paint the blank canvas, with vibrant colors of our heart
Through lessons of the forgotten, we'll make a new work of art
Through dreams rekindled from the depths within
The start of a masterpiece, we’ll soon begin
So read, re-read, and then read them again
Understand who I am, my heart, my sin
Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 12:19 PM UTC
"True love lies within the fringes of insanity and bliss"
Yeah, I wrote that, while I was thinking of your kiss
So sweet, so succulent, forever mine
For all of eternity, all in good time
It’s said, absence makes the heart grow fonder
Before I see you, I whine and ponder
Torn am I, the mystery of your face
We're the perfect combination of leather and lace
Like a blank canvas, white with no paint
At first glance, knees buckle, and I faint
Speechless, I can produce no sound
Just in awe, in you I finally found
But in all reality, this is just a dream
Fantasy land, or so it would seem
Wishful thinking, the evidence doesn’t exist
But eye’s closed, your voice persists
Haunting and taunting every deep thought
All the past battles I so carelessly fought
The broken road that will one day lead to you
Has left me jaded, so faded, and cautious too
These feelings in songs I’ve committed to write
In hopes that one day you’ll read my plight
Give me a chance, to start a new life
In hopes that one day, I’ll make you my wife
Become my best friend, my partner in crime
Help me write songs, with a new sense of rhyme
Paint the blank canvas, with vibrant colors of our heart
Through lessons of the forgotten, we'll make a new work of art
Through dreams rekindled from the depths within
The start of a masterpiece, we’ll soon begin
So read, re-read, and then read them again
Understand who I am, my heart, my sin