Their love,
A Glove...

You are my reader...
and I'll be your Poet...

Forever in February
yes the sky crys cold...

To this guy...
This man who makes me high...

Those eyes might burn through diamonds if it...
That smile might stun a army of a million if his...

Let me be your river,
My I never die...

Two divides me in a shot.
Two surprises me, not...

Not again daddy...
Put the hand down...

I walk into the party around 2 am.
The fire is alive in me...

A picture to burn,
When I'm done with you...

My fading scars,
Drawn up my arm...

His words like flame against my skin.
His stair like ice burning from within...