I'm holding you with sheer devotion,
Nothing can steal away all this emotion.
These are the final days of you and me,
Melting into a seamless sea,
For time is a weapon thats used against us,
Drawing blood and tearing between us.
Upon something once so perfect and pure,
Used on innocence to bend and lure.
Holding you closer as breaths draw thiner,
Weeping softly for in death theres no winner.
You from me,
me from you,
there must be something you can do!
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
I'm holding you with sheer devotion,
Nothing can steal away all this emotion.
These are the final days of you and me,
Melting into a seamless sea,
For time is a weapon thats used against us,
Drawing blood and tearing between us.
Upon something once so perfect and pure,
Used on innocence to bend and lure.
Holding you closer as breaths draw thiner,
Weeping softly for in death theres no winner.
You from me,
me from you,
there must be something you can do!
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