I'm drained but aching for more and the devil inside is reading the words of the saddest poem
TO be engraves on the stone on my grave.
I'd k** to share your pain and sell my soul for you just to say:
"I dream what you're dreaming, and feel what you're feeling.
Love's our shadow on the wall with the face of god."
Nothing will b enough for the ones who keep on stumbling in the garden of withering trust.
Without the courage to leave I'd take my life for your kiss and lose it all to take you across the abyss.