Your heart. My hand.
Your lips. My plan.
Your eyes. My demise.
Your hair. My heart's incise.
Your heart, your lips, your eyes, your hair
This torture you've instilled in me is not fair
They are shackles to my greater cause
But without you, my life withdraws
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
