If you were a word, it’d be mine.
But words are sold at a price, where the heart could never tell it’s dateline.
And till then, I rather you be moments that I oath for a lifetime.
For the weight of words, are Love’s Paradigm.
If you were a word, it’d be mine.
But words are sold at a price, where the heart could never tell it’s dateline.
And till then, I rather you be moments that I oath for a lifetime.
For the weight of words, are Love’s Paradigm.
My words bled the ink I lost from all the poetry I wrote about you.
But I’d still write again.
Even if it meant that I’ll bleed dry, to own a heart that was never mine.
For you owned my world of words, and time.