09 March 2012

When Will I Die?

In your arms I want to die.
With your kiss I can survive.
It's your touch keeping me alive.
And your eyes, seas merge into skies.

With your drug, I become high.
Like the moon, we are the stars.
But on earth, the people lie.
Now I'm lost, no one will cry.

No one cares, darkness inside.
I miss you, burning my heart.
Loving you, until I die.
Problem is, I don't know why.

It's because you are not mine.
It's the night every tear I cry.
It's your beauty, all the stars bow.
So I pray, love me alike.

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