From the form of my damaged place in time I tear to get nearer to you And whenever of Wherever I do I Just stop And We meet Engraving eye contact Such as a beautiful memento stopped In time To allow me To catch a glance
A side glance That pulls my heart into a deep and mystic Trance Of everything I want From the oppite of me Is what I have turned you to Be you Stuck up snob Dyed your hair more Times than I have Breathed your name
Do please pay the least bit of your attention to Me that’s all that I ask
From you in the form of myself Secretly in love But everyone knows Except me Curdcy of myspace
oo Alice Cullen oo · Tue Jun 05, 2007 @ 06:14pm · 0 Comments |