Everyday, at every nightYou can’t break me downI won’t surrender In the stillness of the nightI hear you all too wellBut I will not open my eyesI will fight When its just me and youI’ll awake to find myself asleepEvery night we will dance and when I wake;We’ll both disappear I won’t fight no moreI …
via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling …
Where Her Demons Go, We Will Follow (Symphonic Black Metal) — DivinumX ‘tis the time of night when your love strutsWith a mixed perfume of musk and havanaLike a strange deity, dark as the nightsLike a work of dead gods of the Savannah. ’tis that time of night I know how to tameMe, by writing; and you, …
unreal boys love like men
I’m not a real boy;
I am flighty, honest,
lacking in manly wiles.
But
I love like a man.
Fiercely, sacrificially,
open, fragile.
jealously,
possessively.
Make me your all and only.
Hanging on by chewed-up fingernails,
hoping against hope,
a deer caught in headlights.
But
there is only so much
my mortal heart can take.
I love like a man.
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