10 July 2012
The way your eyes melt, as if daylight's a gift.
Your wounded heart's in quicksand, the kind you cannot sift.
Can't you see my adoration?
I've been here all along.
You've cried on both of my shoulders; tears resided in both mine and your eyes.
Can't you see my adoration?
I've been here all along.
You've cried on both of my shoulders; tormented by her lies.
Adoration • Opuss № I