Been dropping the redness into my heart
But this organ of blackness doesn't gets start
Pumping the air of love to get rid at last
The illness of rust is prevailing so fast
Been bubbling the cotton of love in my chest
Been blooming the dry heart ;out of rest
Been brushing the tangled veins of my heart
Been stumbling to face the reckless blast
The blossom of springing red love
Been sticking the wings on my dead dove
Watering the bone dry pitch of my heart
Escaping the curse of my gloomier past.
Her touch was rust killing everything around
She was a diva that strolled the smokey cold twilights
Cheeks always glowing with tears pouring out of her red sensitive eyes
She blamed and defended her ownself
It was difficult but one had to loose
Those lips longing the redness of love
That body being motioned by others
That rust that wasn't her to grow
Innocene of collecting stars and not knowing how they burnt her hands
Closeness if eye could see, she'd pick the longed star
A geometry unknown
A theory yet to be explained
She was a planet destoryed yet reborn
Bleeding clouds, crying rain, black days and heartless chest
It was all but regret never left
Her texture was of leafless tree, dying evidently yet refraining to bow down
Dripping the colors of love inside the tunnel bleached deep
Splashing her own face, disappointed at her own
