Makeren

when I sleep, I dream of romance like, two little children...too shy to even hold hands and I gaze, into those beautiful eyes and slip away from reality... When I walk, along abandon hallways i think of all those times we've spent together and I long for another moment to embrace you or kiss those lips one second longer... Just listen...to the words of this song I promise that'll never ever do you wrong... except for maybe a bike crash or two... I'll wash those pants if you want me to I swear I'll try to make your dreams come true...

my darling, whilst the moon shown full as we're cloaked in the dark of the night, your gentle kiss sweeps me away. continuing to torture me. as we waltz in our dreary winter land, you, in your bloodstained white dress, elegantly glide over the glistening snow and ice, barely leaving behind your pressence. the orchestra playing keeps playing our sad sonata, until you fall back in my arms. leaning you over, kissing your sweet lips. we return to our manor, where the servants whisper of us behind their backs. no matter, they will get older and we will be the same. whilst climbing into our bed, i cannot help but stop and stare at you. study ev