Forever shall my heart yearn for yours, ever thine, ever mine and ever fine and forever, ever divine...
If this is pure, sheer, true divinity, let it be written upon the naked parchments of fate's timeless manifesto to manifest within my twisted mind, my disjointed thoughts and my broken heart. For I am something of yours.
And now for a song...
Cross Bones Style - cat power.
My bones are crossed, in an unstylish style. For you alone, my bones are crossed. Ever more.
"oh how time flies with crystal clear eyes.
... because you have seen some unbelievable things.
Hater, I have your diamonds And still...
You have seen some unbelievable things."
(Hater, you have my diamonds. Lover, I have your diamonds. And I have seen some unbelievable things.
Oh how our time flies, through my crystal clear eyes of sheer, lucid, clarid sighless blindness)
My heart shall forever ache, burn, cry and weep for your own eternally unattainable heart of hearts, never to be something sweet to call mine own...
Good Night my sweet loved one. I pray for your to dream of beauty and of peace. I shall visit you in your imaginings of sweet, slumbered sleep, for I am something worthless, yet still, I am something of yours, alone.
This strange, absurd and bizarrely disorienting attachment, connection between our minds (perhaps hearts, spirits or souls also) makes no sense, has no reason, no rhyme.
But this beat of my broken heart is beaten, solely for your own heart of hearts to capture, to contain, to have, to hold, and hopefully to treasure, forever more...
For I, alone, am solely something of yours. However small my seeming being is to your own seeming self-fullfilling being, your own elusive, alluding existence- I am something of yours, alone in this night to end all endless nights to come, to pass, to be, to end, to finish and to die a sweet death of peace, alone.
I am yours. Please, take me, for I am yours. Alone, ever after, ever again, I am alone, in your precious palm of a forever treasured touch, as yet, untouched...
If this is pure, sheer, true divinity, let it be written upon the naked parchments of fate's timeless manifesto to manifest within my twisted mind, my disjointed thoughts and my broken heart. For I am something of yours.
And now for a song...
Cross Bones Style - cat power.
My bones are crossed, in an unstylish style. For you alone, my bones are crossed. Ever more.
"oh how time flies with crystal clear eyes.
... because you have seen some unbelievable things.
Hater, I have your diamonds And still...
You have seen some unbelievable things."
(Hater, you have my diamonds. Lover, I have your diamonds. And I have seen some unbelievable things.
Oh how our time flies, through my crystal clear eyes of sheer, lucid, clarid sighless blindness)
My heart shall forever ache, burn, cry and weep for your own eternally unattainable heart of hearts, never to be something sweet to call mine own...
Good Night my sweet loved one. I pray for your to dream of beauty and of peace. I shall visit you in your imaginings of sweet, slumbered sleep, for I am something worthless, yet still, I am something of yours, alone.
This strange, absurd and bizarrely disorienting attachment, connection between our minds (perhaps hearts, spirits or souls also) makes no sense, has no reason, no rhyme.
But this beat of my broken heart is beaten, solely for your own heart of hearts to capture, to contain, to have, to hold, and hopefully to treasure, forever more...
For I, alone, am solely something of yours. However small my seeming being is to your own seeming self-fullfilling being, your own elusive, alluding existence- I am something of yours, alone in this night to end all endless nights to come, to pass, to be, to end, to finish and to die a sweet death of peace, alone.
I am yours. Please, take me, for I am yours. Alone, ever after, ever again, I am alone, in your precious palm of a forever treasured touch, as yet, untouched...
