If I died would you be there,
To run your fingers through my hair...
This place is not good,
This place is not right...
Ten thousand tears,
All I want is a smile...
Flying high,
Eyes almost blind...
Try and make me wear your clothes,
You try to tell me...
You may be miles away,
You may be close to home...
Come to meet me please my love,
Where the darkest angels lie...
You caress my back gently,
Brush back my hair...
Try and make me wear your clothes,
You try to tell me...
Massed produce poems,
Win an award or two...
A vampires ode to the sun: |
Life is like a box of chocolates, |