Our hearts are clenched close
by the thorns of a mystic rose.
As we lie in agony and let the thoughts drip to our beds,
Our sheets become draped with secrets of dark shades of reds.
I gave you my heart
straight from the start.
I looked in your eyes
and forgot all the lies.
Dug too deep
too deep to dig.
Far into the ground
never to be found.
As the lonely nights drive past
and the sensless nights burn fast,
my mind is blessed of you,
thinking of the things you'll do.
As the nights grow harder
and nights go weak.
I beg for a break,
a break from this endless streak.