05-02-2013, 11:44 PM
I need your story,
minute as a wish on a star.
Did you run through blowing
wheat fields, your yellow hair flying?
Your secrets behind the blue -
Give them to me.
I am swallowed up longing.
When you fall, I form a scar.
I will read to you of love and lust,
the intensity of life.
Have I come too late?
Petals closing in darkness?
Stay, lest I fade away.
minute as a wish on a star.
Did you run through blowing
wheat fields, your yellow hair flying?
Your secrets behind the blue -
Give them to me.
I am swallowed up longing.
When you fall, I form a scar.
I will read to you of love and lust,
the intensity of life.
Have I come too late?
Petals closing in darkness?
Stay, lest I fade away.