She asked me to follow her into oblivion,
the positive force of her attracting my negative thoughts..
Every daytrip along side the city bus,
the window shelters me from staring at her
From single pictures and 3 second glares,
this obsession carves out the insides,
a feeling to describe hurts as bad as going through it,
she is my goal in life, whatever happens is to be blamed on the human mind
In exchange for a few memories with her,
I'll give her my life and all the efforts following its bitter end
I've recorded my problems like this,
I just won't rip out the page holding every delicate description of her
Eventually the book will come to a close,
the ink runs dry, but I'll use blood to trace such a fragile portriat involving herself..
She doesn't know how her presence creates an aura of mystic memories and faded heavyness,
that I sometimes can't contain without locking sights to the ground.
Head is hung low, from what I view through tears forming around what my hair blurs,
these eyes are a gift I will never let go of,
they are the reason I can see such a beautiful girl,
her skin radiant with the sun as the waves of wind gently make her hair a mess..