Take my breath away
like a kick in the stomach
-viscously-
when I'm not expecting it
And when I am on the ground
tell me the things that I long to hear
the promises I can't make
impose on me.
Then drag me by my hair
to a chapel of broken hearts
bend my knee
and take my soul.
Isn't that what love is all about?
1 comment:
Sad, but at times, so true, so true!
Post a Comment