If the world was a nature of a heart palpitation.
Your meaning would be but a few beats from life.
If my eyes yet decieve the curves between your thighs.
Id be long to be aware of the ways a heart can die.

You asked me for a picture, a painting of my dreams.
Drawn in silk and floral on an immaginary screen.
I lied and told you I couldn't, just to make you cry.
You fought to forget the way I never die.

Stuck without a balconey, a window, or a smile.
No chair high enough to commit suicide.
I run around and up and down and dirty all the floors.
You can't see yourself when you only see the whore.

I miss the way it felt when you knew I loved you more.
Today's the day, I know it's real, I felt your heart remorse.
Called out to you, you know I do, and wish I could some more.
Blackwillow is what I call you and shall forevermore.

Sincerely and farewell, I know you loved me more.
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