i dread for the day has come. <br />where my words are no longer, <br />meaningful. <br />im not a blank piece of paper, <br />i stand to be drawn upon. <br />cuts and bruises, no longer hurt as much. <br />its just another repeat of what the day has come. <br /> <br />sip of unholy blood, <br />sink to the bottom of the floor. <br />the scratch of your finger tips, <br />upon my warm skin. <br />breathe in the air, <br />of cold hearted people. <br />one look into your eyes, <br />i melt... <br />fade... <br /> <br />for i see paradise in your lovely eyes.<br /><br />Dislocated Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-eyes-62/
