Written in half sleep, this morning :)
A thousand ways to take a mans life.
A thousand ways you can tell a lie.
A thousand ways to deliver the truth.
A thousand ways to give up your youth.
A hundred thousand fluttering butterflies.
A hundred thousand fireflies in your eyes.
Stale hampering on the devils wings.
I love you for all the little things.
The tone of your voice when you laugh.
The sound of you whispering, no chaff.
Your eyes when you look at me from far away.
Your mouth and your kisses, your silly ways.
A thousand and one little dirty things.
A thousand and one romantic feelings.
A star falls on your cheek, every time you cry.
A star is released again, every time you smile.
I'd love to make you mine, but not to break you.
I wish you could be mine, just so I could give you,
freshly picked red bleeding roses, on deadly stilks.
Deadly poisoned red blood poses, on red paper sheets.
My heart of gold is yours to keep, shining white light.
My heart is no longer mine; it was given by the night.
A gift is a thing you can't take back,
and my heart is yours never to come back.
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