I'm not all that good on my spelling and grammer, so if i mess somethen up, ill probobly end up catching it later on and fixing it. please comment and rate my work. good or bad- i like to see what i need work on. |
Paint me a picture of what I have seen
Paint me this picture, of what this can be...
The reaper dances with our souls
The fire burns the frozen coals...
Red rose paint on my finger tips
And my cheeks lightly blushed...
Pain is pure and the more pain the more pure
When pain almost reaches death...
Pain is pure and the more pain the more pure
When pain almost reaches death...
This love was so true and sweet
Ever since that day you swept me off my feet...
To think of someone as a lover
is to share the same feelings as one another...
Summers were so slow and easy
When i was young like then was so easy...
Masks and scary faces, hiding in dark places
Dressed in death, it drapes their skin...
Pain is pure and the more pain the purer |