D.R.O.P.
If only I were blind to your selfish fling, and your desperate cause. And didn't press you for the details that threaten my physical flaws. I'd like to come home to see you and embrace your illness under soft light. But then you'd know how much I really need you. So much that I can't say to you with affection that I burn inside. You're aching from the distance avoiding strain that's running still alive. If only I could heal you in the sprinkling of the oceanside. But then you'd know how much I really love you. |