op. 3 – she’s perfect
op. 3 - to the future, my anticipation
she's
perfect
you've touched me yet i've never felt you
and you tell me things i am unable to hear
you die and resurrect before my very eyes
and between the two worlds we weave together.
look in that crystal ball and breath your last
because what's in there demands our death
but it works out in the end for me and for you
for although we die our skins glisten anew.
shapeshift before me and i'll follow suit
for we are both pieces destined to bind
but you're still flawed so look in one more time
hold my hand and your breath and let us die.
she's perfect in there so with no doubt
change for me and the picture completes:
i in a cloak of darkness and you in snow
may only death do us apart.
+ july 30, 2007 @ 9:22 PM
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