I’ve contemplated many a time on writing this one,
Yes, yes, Many times,
Whether I should impale you with my words,
Or haunt your soul with pleasant memories,
I like to reminisce of time while I ponder thoughts of you,
Yes, do you like to hear angels sing?
I guess that’s a unamusing question,
Remember those times my tongue would glaze your chest,
Those short light impulses,
I could feel them through your body,
You couldn’t, or maybe should I say you didn’t resist me that time,
If I tried to speak with the language of your heart, then I fear I would render myself useless to your charms,
But I fear that in this point in time I would be the one at fault,
And then again maybe you would let me be free,
Would you love?
Would you let me go?
I could almost hear you answer,
Hear your heart increase as you wonder if to lie to drag me along,
To toy with my thoughts as am currently toying with yours,
Did you ever love me?
I can hear your beating again,
I could swear at one point your heart was cold as mine,
But you dared so much to change mine,
To collect my beating heart as you did so many before you,
I guess I was the one who indeed hurt you,
Did you like hurting me as much as I loved pleasing you?
I pray I do see again so I can hear you answer that question in front of me,
