Tatak Letra

xxiv. You're Still Worth It

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐭

I won't mind the pouring rain
or the clashing thunder and lightning
To get your cold numbness in hale
I will be the Knight on your scream.

I won't care about your thorns
Getting myself cut and tire
Nor burning my soul in fire
Just to make your coldness warm.

I am still wanting you —
Even the slightness of your glimpse
Or to see your smile in true hue
Will be enough to curve my lips.

I am not your type,
Or even that typical kind
But I won't dishonor your pride
Over the momentary thirst of life.

Even your smile is not pure,
Badly crying in romantic room
While pleasuring your wounds,
And peeling off your skin,
I will still choose your horn in trumpets
To wipe away your tears.

I don't mind your bad habit,
Deafening laugh and lamest smirk
Or the failing fly of your weakened wings
I will still offer my hands to lift your feet.

Even you have the darkest eyes,
Filthiest mouth, bitter lies
I still love your iris—your rare orb
I won't mind falling, facing sword
You're still worthy of the love and sweetest word.

@inbluence