You could be the thing for me
You could be my fantasy
You could make me weak and helpless for you
But you're icy hands frighten my recoiling skin
A vision in my head that came to me one day
Back when I could feel the pain
You are just a image of my own creation
But no matter what I do or how I try
Your face haunts me every day of my life
From the moment you brought me home
To the moment you're here now
So many years wishing you would leave
So many years wishing you would not go
My god why have I done this
Was this the only hope I had
And now what was once meant to protect
Has matured out of hand
He floods me with feelings I want to shake
So I fight much harder to win back the queen
An iron grip around my ego and a choke hold on my id
One hand at the back of my neck pressing down from behind
I can feel heat but do not understand his mind
Cold from head to toe, fierce blue eyes, pale as snow
Tender as a loving parent, patient as a Buddhist monk
Cruel as a vicious winter, violent as a desert storm
Completely unpredictable even after all these long years
Raise me up like the queen of the world
Leave me battered and in tears
So handsome and so frightening
Why did my fear and shame choose you
If I could purge you would I
If I could loose you could I
Do I really want to hate you, do I
Should I destroy you, should I
What would it take to make it right
Don't let go and let me know that you're there
Let me feel that cold icy stare
Bring your cold lips to my ear
Whisper through my hair
We will always be one.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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