Ill be

by justin   Apr 14, 2006


The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful, Stop me and steal my breath. Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky Never revealing their depth. Tell me that we belong together, Dress it out with the trappings of love. I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

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