The sight of you always make me Feel light and gone, How your eyes shines more than silver linings. That skin of yours that I always crave The heat that it radiates, makes cold mornings A better one.
I dream on how your lips will touch mine And create thunderbolts in our hearts But these are just illusions created By my sick mind And my sick heart, longing for you.
How will I forget these damn dreams That I created, when these dream are The only reason for me to keep living.