Wednesday, 17 November 2010

It's Getting Stronger

Darkness surrounding, my eyes don’t look for you. 
Haze of a feeling, hiding amongst us is truth. 
Take this water; let it burn us, until we fall down to sleep, 
Cut my tongue and my throat, unable to speak. 
A life of such inaptness, when I cannot adjust, 
Is a torture that I’m finding, I’m falling in love. 
A heart that is aching can be content with its pain, 
When my eyes are able to look upon your face.

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