Withered Heart

A white shirt with bloodstains on the street is floating.

I compare myself with it because even alive I'm still bleeding.

Your love is witched and that's a pretty good one reason to love you perpetually.

Eventually, my eyes will be squinted and they won't see you in the same way, love.

I don't want to stop loving you because It'll be hard if I leave it behind.

Would these arms be in your way and help you notice that this is the place you remain?

My beloved is where your heart was broken and is the same place to fix it,

Let me help you and teach me how to love, with my hands I want to hold you.

You such a sweet thing and I get jealous because everybody wants to lay with you,

But I'm glad you chose me, even I hurt you.

My feelings jeopardize my senses and they get so excited when you touch

My lower back with your muscle and whited hands, those I love.

Throughout your eyes, my heart just sink slowly so deep,

I don't want to be rescued because I want to die drowned by your kisses.

Steal my air all the time and never let me get out of there.

My soul still alive due to your black but pretty eyelashes.

My love, my life, my thunder, my little sunshine.

Those are ways I use to call you and I love you love them.

Once I said: "be my once in a lifetime"

Now I say: "hold my hand and never let me go".