Paint it Black


And you are here before me. Again. 
I couldn't look you in your eyes.
They say, "when you look the devil in its eyes it looks right back at you," but you are just like an angel.
 You are special whilst this world torments me, yet your skin makes me cry.
I wish I was special but all I am is an aching wretched soul with hell of questions.
Does your love heal me? Huh. Does it answer my questions? Ugh.....
My man, let me tell you, it ain't.  
Your thoughts, the very first thing I love, haunts me. There's a knot in my stomach, my tongue tied, yet the voices in my head scream sonnets for you. 
Your love makes me a creep like a lioness, making no sound. 
All men die for power and love. All men will die. They will bleed for greed. 
Oh my love, why have you made me stay here? I don't belong here. 
I ain't ashamed of you. They can read all about it and yet I would scream at my lungs that " I am his and he is mine.'' Will it sound as if I proved my love? (soffs)
 Make this time "the time." Take me. Free me from this mortal dungeon. Let my love ascend. 

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