Late thoughts
Inside your eyes a flame sparks
Shining so bright, ending all that’s dark
Lips of an angel you hold
Soft as pedals from a rose
And your skin is what keeps me warm from the cold
You seem to be everything I desire
From the way you laugh to the way you smile
The way you move your hair
Keeps my eyes locked on you with a stare
Why can’t you be mine? It’s not fair
And when the worlds come falling down
I hope I’m only by your side
Gripping your hand tightly while we watch the last sun rise
And when morning shines
I’m glad to have died by your side
That’s perfectly fine