And those pretty little firefly's
that used to illuminate
the sockets of your eyes
must have been soaked up by your crys
must have fizzled out and died,
inside of you.
Because there's no longer
that burning light
that used to ignite a room
And put the stars to shame.
And since they died out,
you haven't been the same.
And honey, i can try to ignite them again,
With all i have,
But I've done all i can do
darling the match lies in you.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
And those pretty little firefly's
that used to illuminate
the sockets of your eyes
must have been soaked up by your crys
must have fizzled out and died,
inside of you.
Because there's no longer
that burning light
that used to ignite a room
And put the stars to shame.
And since they died out,
you haven't been the same.
And honey, i can try to ignite them again,
With all i have,
But I've done all i can do
darling the match lies in you.
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