My dear
is it love what its burning me inside,
or is just the memory of an unknown fate?
Heaven was in the palm of my hands,
and I was too scare to take the step forward,
and sometimes was so hard to hold on to my dreams
always unsure of what will seem when I will be face to face with you.
Like a dagger you shattered my heart
tasted the blood from your own blade
stared at me in my darkened grave.
I am ready to take all this pain
and die for you
cherished by
the last look in your eyes.
© Diana Mistera 2008
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