I yell through my eyes, my tears become my words, {part 2} not really.
I wish we can run away and live on the moon...... but it's impossible to live in your eyes.even though your eyes was the place i was born.... and your eyes will also be my DEATH BED.
because everytime you look at me i die inside.....with love.
but i rather die from love......than to live with out it.
When you touch me my soul melts, and when i see you i cry. 'Cause i can see my soul again.... 'cause my soul is made up of your tears.
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