love's a painter
i tasted your lips and paint a picture.
i felt your love and brace any adventure.
your this fear, my only fear.
lost in a divide from there to here.
there's a weakness in the rooms shadows.
hear my foot steps in this lost loves meadow.
i'll find you again'
you know i will.
just paint a picture of a perfect view
and i swear i will come to you.
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darthXdiabloposted on 08/16/2008
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