She's here to write her name .
On my skin with kisses .
In the rain, hold my head and ease my pain .
Paint me the colors of sky and rain .
I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn .
I'm cold as a dying stone .
I'm out of cheeks to turn the other way .
Something I can hold on to at the end of the day .
A little too much in my hands when my hands are tied .
I guess that's why it's raining diamonds, sweet happiness in tears.
But to relinquish all our bindings, always finds us out of place .
If I rested here a while more, would you hold me to your heart .
If I knew what it was meant for, will I know to play my part
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I fear these shackles, like my darkness closing in .
I will hold out my hands .
I know you're the one .
When you're sleeping right next to me .
I know you're the one .
So when I hear you calling my name .
I know the good I've done.
Noma sana
ReplyDeleteHehe... Thank you. It aint thaat good....
ReplyDeletePaint me the colours of the sky and the rain, and I'm yours forever... I tend to get lost, but find my way after
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