I've been adiment on ending up
In your arm's tonight.
For quite some time now, and
As the night times end approaches-
-I'm left loathing, life
without you-
Your tender, slendor arms
Grabbing at life's every
Aspiration, at all the nice
Bright colors, clear across
The neverending black and white
Catalyst called night
The melody of sight and sound;
And your lovely arm's around
-My every thought, and every move-
Wrapped around, and
All about you. |