As I creep in this petty pace, I configure words that I should mutter through my lips,
Words not only I should say, But those who lost their will and grace,
Give me a rose, And a bottle of black ink,
To shroud my sadness, And to hide her beauty, so I think,
![User Image](https://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/comments/cat/Emo/emo-girl2.gif) But those words she mutters, I dare not say.
Those beautiful eyes, And her loving embrace,
Shows me no one in this world, Has ever met a girl with such an appealing grace.
She speak not a word, And yet it gets to me,
She dares not look at me, But she calls me by my name.
I would give anything, For her I will
For her I would surrender, For her I will
For her, ...
Only her...
My one and only...
Lover. heart
Rayze Bunny · Fri Sep 12, 2008 @ 07:12am · 4 Comments |