The feel of u makes me alive,
A trophy in despise,yet without you a NO.
Deeper to deepest the love you bring,
Falling so less to help for cuts of your told terror.
The thought of separation a gift of fear to me soul
Hopeful to let go,
Yet scared to think life in your absence
A half of judas is way much a kill for you
Under the hat you must lay,
where none would glimpse.
My love for you is no pride,yet I love so much.
Comprehension from the lots we need,yet absurd to spill...
Probably they never must know how much breath you take.