I ask myself everyday is it love?
I think about you everyday...
Bound for years in this constant illusion
craving for your figure of divine perfection...
You drew me a picture,
as beautiful as can be...
Dancing fingers and an arching frame,
Sole instructions to a boundless game...
There are stories in your eyes
That bleed beneath the surface...
To taste love from your lips
To drink the nectar from your palm...
God gave me life, filled in a body,
that's a machine...
Lying next to him on the beach, I have my head
laying on his chest. I close my eyes as he grabs...
My love is strong, my love is deep, but your love...
I read stories in mags about people meeting online...
they make me laugh and think no way...
Standing here at work
Staring off into space...
Soft white feather
dropped from the skies...