They say that time can heal all wounds,
of that I don't deny.
But can it mend a broken heart?
Can it sew a shattered soul?
And the time goes by.
Will my heart beat again?
Will it be made whole?
Your chest will never rise again.
Your touch never be warm.
I look into your glassy eyes,
And my emotions storm;
I'll hide away forever more.
Far from hate and love,
For I shall never forget, my heart.
And you, my bleeding dove.
Your blood shall forever stain my mind
No willpower could repair-
And you my dove, my unholy divine
Shall remain in the cleansing air.
They say time can heal all wounds.
But that I can deny.
For my heart shall be forever broken;
My soul forever shattered.
And all I'll have- as a permanent token-
a bleeding dove
My heart.
My Love.
Tilly_Witch · Tue Apr 17, 2007 @ 10:39pm · 0 Comments |