I Know We Have Been Here Before

Countless Times Engaged

In An Empty Embrace

Your Every Word Teh Touch Of Satin

Everything You Do Is A Cold Blade In My Ribs

Leaving Me Breathless

Suffocating My Thoughts



And I Am Helpless To Your Beauty

My Eyes And Woulds Are Still Weeping

Let It Dry Up So I Can Fly Again



Biting My Tongue In Hopes That Words

Of Weakness Don't Escape

Counting The Days

Counting The Moments

To Dream Of You Again

Waiting Always Waiting