moments
sweet butterfly kisses
grace me with forbidden wishes
forgotten nights, tasteless and pleasant
forgotten in lust, was this really us?
surrounded in the so-called present
counting the numbers on the clock
waiting for the moment when it all stops
waiting to see your beatiful face
waiting for my heart to race
i'll give you anything i can offer
just for a moment with you
i promise never to have you suffer
just for a moment with you
take my hand and never look back
we'll run to the ends of the earth
together, hand and hand, hearts intact
we'll never wash off this dirt
by
hiddeninbloodposted on 04/30/2008
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