What if, I were on the edge of a cliff?
Would you rescue me from falling from my misery?
Would you be the water that I fall on?
And form a protection circle around me
So the water doesn’t get in my delicate lungs?
What if someday I had it with the world?
And I lock myself in a dark room
To be tortured behind a caged wall
Would you rescue me?
Like my prince charming
From the dark tower
What if I stand on the highest peak
And shout from there
That I love you ?
Would you be on another peak
And shout right back,
That you love me?
what if I told you
that no matter what I do,
what ever happens in my life
nothing ever makes me as happy as you do ?
would you smile and tell me the same?
What if I kiss you,
Like you’ve never been kissed?
And let the passion dance around
And burn our tongues
Then take you and make love to you?
Would you still love me the morning after?
What if I told you
That you’re driving me crazy
The lust and love
Burn together
And they tear me apart inside
Every time I talk to you?
What if I told you that I love you?
© 2008 Haviq
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