Timyd

Red and white flags, dotting the skies, Crossing the 't's, dotting the 'i's; Weightless, impure heart of solid gold Lies about feelings for someone to hold. Sighs become vows, subliminal code; Slice up your soul to serve a la mode. Breathless and hopeless is the disguise For sexless and lifeless and cold steel grey eyes. Make a wish, kiss the virgin lips, Wish that you'll feel something more than this, Wish the experiment won't end in pain Or alienation, guilt, hate, or blame. Wish to your God that you'll find love in him, While disappointment can slowly set in. He finds you beautiful, why is it then You can't see yourself lovi