Words

by Matt   Jan 3, 2007


For your words are like air
in them breathes me
a feeling called love
for you unto me

this passion it burns
as hot as the sun
but ny feelings seem doomed
before they've begun

for your words like razors
they cut into me
ripping me up
making me bleed

the feeling i get
when you fire away
in theory ive died
death whisk me away

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