Could I Never Be the One?

Running down the black, I see you,

chasing me, chasing me,

back off,you're crushing me.

and with every wake I see you fake

the binding brush

of a lover's touch...

when will the world look through

rose-colored lenses, singing,

"your will,

be done"?

Broken as the sun,

and love,

do chase away this gun....

Reviews

[Oren Giovanni]

This makes me think. which not many do, Thank you.