Talking heart

Tizaky mirror

soft skin
with living marks
proving her breath
decorating with sparks

voice so pure
guides me drunk
didn't even notice
while I sunk

her words tell
tell me stories
each single one
shines in its glories

her elegance
heads turn to her
only trace she leaves
is a blur

how much I love
I love her to death
would sacrifice
my last breath

oh how none can relate
understand my desperation
god's most beautiful
and perfect creation

how her mistakes
turn into blessings
how her pain
is her prettiest dressing

heaven only knows
my hearts aches
to just see her
commit her mistake

nobody other than
only myself
oh to know her beauty
is most highest wealth

my heart aches
its overwhelming
life becomes harder
while knowing she's existing

my hand on my chest
holding me tight
oh how my body is
fighting for its life

so hear my screams
my love for her
the picture in my mirror
what a selfish cure