Have I

ever told you before

I think you're beautiful when

you're sleeping?

I have faith you watch me in

my slumber, too.

If I'm

all that you're looking for,

tell me,

why is there a river streaming

down your face?

Sometimes makes me wonder

all about your

love.


After some time

it's something i find true. Love's

not a grave, it won't decay

on you.

Too many days I was afraid

of love.


What

if nothing is just that and

suffering's the only thing we're good

at?

Dreamning, picture that

a whole world in a slumber.

But don't get

too attatched to the living,

even every single memory's

fleeting.

That's a fact, being torn

asunder.

But to my suprise, no reason

why, one day i woke

up and realized.


Give it to me,

love. I'll keep you in my focus

with love and affection.