pen scores paper as love scores the heart
as the paper can draw blood
as your body can score the heart
and i wait typing without pen
without paper
without your love
for the heart
why should i write more
when what needs to be said can be written in two lines
this heart still beats
to the beat of love
what a marvellous world in which we can meet someone so far away
from so far away
having come so far
to meet
so
hell broke loose
as i sat quietly
reining in heaven
we were never friends
we were just lovers
we were never lovers
just two burnt out souls in a lost, late, nighttime serenade
we lay barely breathing
just bodies wanting
my dearest love
we were never friends
just enemies who loved each other
a moment in time
such a bold villain
such a callous love
and nothing to remember him by
but a cigarette burn
and the scent of me
how foolish you are to think that the devil sleeps
for i am most perfectly an angel
and i have not slept in weeks
hard stone creates a path for water
as
hard love gives indifference a clear destination
like a stone thrown into the night
love will never hit the one who lies waiting
zebrasindenver 