take a piece of iron, scorch it in the fire, let it represent my burning desire,
take it out, and comense to drive it like a steak through my heart, cuz thats the indepth feeling i get when we are apart,

assuming its mutual.. i act on my feelings.
when in truth my heart alone seems to be that willing
but in essence i was blessed with a composure, or stature, to be stronger or better and withstain the shock there after

and i relieve the pain in my soul time and time again,
and i recall that episode even though it seems to never end,
and i reminisce the days of old when it was easy to grin,
and yet its seems to be all an abyss...a mirage in the desert sand,
scorching my tungue as i drink from the harsh land covering..
my soul without the capability to withstand...
..the upmost amount of tribulations dropped on the shoulders of the villagers weakest link causin the whole damn vilage to sink and yet...

the love thats brought all this on is still in the mist...sealed by the fate of that first kiss...


the love thats brought all this on is still in the mist...sealed by the fate of that first kiss...

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