Brush your hair out of your face,
Looking up at me,
"Take my hand",
I wishper softly to you,
You grab it and hold it tight,
You touch my lips,
Watching as they bleed before you,
Licking it away,
Your finger tips are like razors,
As they cut apart my flesh,
Your vocie is like acid,
It burns as it goes down,
Sing to me like you did before,
darlin where broken together,
And where now a part of one another,
Are gothic romance,
Together we shall dance,
Foever never stoping,
Are hearts will beat side by side,
are own eternal gothic romance. |
