Feathers of Ivory and Silk.
Can you see the sincerity in my eyes, love? Can you hear the passion for you in my voice, when I whisper to you; when I practically turn into sand? The heat of my feelings may turn me into glass, but it's only for a short amount of time before I shatter. We both know that you can see through me; so deeply and intimately. I may deny it sometimes, but you know me better than anyone. Baby, I need you -- to help me pick up these pieces.
Do you see these tears, love? If you touched these tears to your lips, could you taste the pain seeping from my heart? Would you hold me until they stopped flowing? Your arms are so safe; they could heal any wound. But no, this isn't supposed to happen -- I'm not supposed to endure a wound from you, nor are you from me. It killed me inside, us fighting like that. But was this really a fight? Or love in one's eyes and betrayal in another's?
My hands -- the way they shake. Do you notice them, love? Will you hold them and take me with you? Where else would you be going besides a piece of heaven? After all, that's where you're from, my angel. Your eyes -- beauty beyond words, and soul prove it. Your aura gives off a bliss that only ones like I find; It's a blessing. It's a shock that your wings aren't tearing through the back of your shirt; they keep growing longer and wider. A luscious flow of ivory, and feathers of silk.
Are my lips pale yet, love? They're so cold without yours to press against. Don't just stand there! Lean down and kiss me until we're spinning, so breathless. Let's make this all go away forever, and damn it to a hole with nothing to eat off of; so that it will never grow and crawl back to us. Drink no more fuel, my dear. And don't let me drink any, even if it makes me feel better for a moment; it's the wrong kind of pleasure -- it's the feeling of being right, and being 'right' does us no justice. Let's not start this fire ever again. Do you promise? You swear? Good.
Do you see my feelings for you beyond words inside of my eyes, love? Do they really mesmerize you? It's almost too good to be true that you feel the same way. Even though I was screaming at you in my head, I still had enough of me to say, "I love you". Where would I be without you? I want you forever; through thick and thin, anger and joy, denial and faith. . .
So do you forgive me, love? can you forgive yourself? I love you. Do I promise? No. I swear on my life. I feel a feeling stronger than I've ever felt. I'm speechless in your presence. Do you know how handsome you are when you've got those stars of adorance in your eyes? So don't lose those stars. The taste of passion is so sweet on your tongue. Be my forever man.
So is this finally over, love? You promise? You swear? Good.
Do you see these tears, love? If you touched these tears to your lips, could you taste the pain seeping from my heart? Would you hold me until they stopped flowing? Your arms are so safe; they could heal any wound. But no, this isn't supposed to happen -- I'm not supposed to endure a wound from you, nor are you from me. It killed me inside, us fighting like that. But was this really a fight? Or love in one's eyes and betrayal in another's?
My hands -- the way they shake. Do you notice them, love? Will you hold them and take me with you? Where else would you be going besides a piece of heaven? After all, that's where you're from, my angel. Your eyes -- beauty beyond words, and soul prove it. Your aura gives off a bliss that only ones like I find; It's a blessing. It's a shock that your wings aren't tearing through the back of your shirt; they keep growing longer and wider. A luscious flow of ivory, and feathers of silk.
Are my lips pale yet, love? They're so cold without yours to press against. Don't just stand there! Lean down and kiss me until we're spinning, so breathless. Let's make this all go away forever, and damn it to a hole with nothing to eat off of; so that it will never grow and crawl back to us. Drink no more fuel, my dear. And don't let me drink any, even if it makes me feel better for a moment; it's the wrong kind of pleasure -- it's the feeling of being right, and being 'right' does us no justice. Let's not start this fire ever again. Do you promise? You swear? Good.
Do you see my feelings for you beyond words inside of my eyes, love? Do they really mesmerize you? It's almost too good to be true that you feel the same way. Even though I was screaming at you in my head, I still had enough of me to say, "I love you". Where would I be without you? I want you forever; through thick and thin, anger and joy, denial and faith. . .
So do you forgive me, love? can you forgive yourself? I love you. Do I promise? No. I swear on my life. I feel a feeling stronger than I've ever felt. I'm speechless in your presence. Do you know how handsome you are when you've got those stars of adorance in your eyes? So don't lose those stars. The taste of passion is so sweet on your tongue. Be my forever man.
So is this finally over, love? You promise? You swear? Good.