I can't get it out of my head- The visions of what we used to be, Before we became what we've become.. When my body felt alive. Now those butterflies have gone, Flown far away and died. I wish they had survived- But life is cruel, and cold, and selfish, And noone ever wants this- To have stolen hearts, and dreams, and fire, A wilted love in a drought of desire. I wish I could burn again... Feel a kiss in my knees again, Because I am tired of being numb, But I never can succumb- To another's hungry touch, There's another life than mine, More my life than I- And he deserves to have an us.
