Hand me your love,
in a paper-box,
make sure it's in good condition,
I don't want it already scratched.
I can tell you don't trust me,
there's question in your eyes,
but please, my dear, I promise you,
I'll keep it right in here.
I wound my fingers in your hair,
pull you by my side,
kiss your lips tenderly,
till it's time to say goodbye.
You never found out,
that I used to play with your heart,
I liked to juggle it in the air,
to see if I wouldn't let it drop.
My fingerprints marked it,
my DNA embedded within the organ,
smirking in satisfaction,
making you know you're mine.
One day you made me mad,
sorry to say it's true.
Ive been doing photography for about 4 years now. Other then writing its the only kind of art Ive been able to stick with.
Current Residence: TX Favourite genre of music: rock, Indy, punk, metal, any kind of rock Favourite style of art: Abstract. Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: ipod nano Favourite cartoon character: Gir (Invader Zim) Personal Quote: What? Yeah I\\\'m sober...Why?