Do i need to sing my life or spill the blood all through the night. To see your face unmasked is like trying to fly a broken kite. This is your truth and this is your blight. There are no secrets for you to hide. Who are you? You are my life and I think of you as being mine. There is much to be combined with flesh to flesh, your hand is tight. Interlocking fingers, love is what we need, to find.
What Do I Need?
November 6, 2011