Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Love is love, a slower form of suicide
I don't want to lose you,
Hold me tighter in the smoky
Black night. Never let me
Go, I don't want to fall
Again, don't let me stumble
Unless I am stumbling towards
An awkward kiss with you.
They say I'm too young to
Know what true love really
Is, but I say love is love,
And embrace you that much
Harder, trying to leave my
Essence with you, but trying
To take a piece of you with me.
I don't want my mind to
Drift into ideas of you with
Someone else, even though
I know it's inevitable, for
Who could resist that smile?
Just know that I loved you most.
July 10, 2006
Suge
Hold me tighter in the smoky
Black night. Never let me
Go, I don't want to fall
Again, don't let me stumble
Unless I am stumbling towards
An awkward kiss with you.
They say I'm too young to
Know what true love really
Is, but I say love is love,
And embrace you that much
Harder, trying to leave my
Essence with you, but trying
To take a piece of you with me.
I don't want my mind to
Drift into ideas of you with
Someone else, even though
I know it's inevitable, for
Who could resist that smile?
Just know that I loved you most.
July 10, 2006
Suge
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Love is love, a slower form of suicide
Love is love, a slower form of suicide
