You stole my heart but you can keep it.
Make me who I want to be.
Living in a fantasy of hearts and skulls.
A little afraid. A little Alive.
You are my dark side.
My midnight moonlight illuminating the pieces of a shattered dream.
They cut me deep.
But you touch me deeper.
With just the touch of the fingers you shock me to the bone.
Release butterflies in my bloodstream.
Make me jump, make me feel.
Make me light, make me real.
27 November 2009
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