I think I like you.
Better, you’re like the type to write to
plus, we look right too,
worn between your arms
better to embrace
traces of what candle lights do.
Flicker, burn me with your passion quicker
clashing into this armor.
I could feel your heart thrashing
against my hollowed chest
so don’t bluff like you have nothing left.
Rest within my tainted heart
and paint promises upon my breast,
cross my heart and hope to die
I’ll love you until infinity
plus the stars combined,
I promise,
I’ll love you until infinity,
plus all the stars combined.