Chills

do it to me more time
make those chills run down my spine
a crooked stairwell...
your twisted love is a beautiful hell.
you captivate me
in your eyes, it seems they see
who i am inside
what i have to hide
with all the lies
"i hate them," the little girl cries.
the little pale girl with the eyes as soggy ocean
the eyes of stormy emotion
the trembling scar-ridden hands (to hold)
to fester with warmth, never cold
you say you hurt, you feel empty
love, love, see...
your pounding heart, splintering bones
are sanctuary, home away from home
i don't ask for eternity
i only ask, for now, set my heart free
just hold my hand,
understand
these chills...
are lovely things to feel...