Brandon Butler (1-23-90 / Pittsburgh PA)
In Light that my heart is dead
In the light that my heart is dead.
As if cold and broken
dripping in sweat
Yet I forget this love I'd met
The day that my heart laid in your bed.
Hating to leave
Such a beautiful dream.
No lie could ever deter
That from the end of my race.
I may stay in last place
but instill my heart will still burn
As in the end, I lost.
Brought upon at what cost
The lose of my heart and my soul.
If in pain you most go
though one day you'll be whole
Then in end, I've fulfilled my goal.
To mend whats broken
Ripped apart then left open
To that day we both stayed awake.
I love you my dear,
though my love I fear,
will take hold and control our souls
That are paths may past
As I drink from this flask
At least it maybe an escape.
The end of ends
of whats began
not the end as ones end may seam.
That every night thing brings.
such wonderful dreams
As in still my heart lay for yours.
And as in end of days,
all fears fad away.
As forever I will lay in your gaze.
That forever we'll hold,
one thing we've both told,
I love you with all of my soul.
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