Crumbled purple skin marks the places where you\'ve been.
The sound of skin on skin, ranking up sin by sin.
If your touch is a drug then its the only one I need.
I\'m sorry I can\'t share, because I\'m full of too much greed.
Our breathing sounding through the air,
but I don\'t care let them stop and stare.
Your marks are art against my empty paper.
You make my heart leap into a blissful caper.
My touch is a feather to your fragile skin.
With you I no longer feel the confines of tin.
Like the metal man you gave me a heart.
You say it\'s not much, but it sure is a start.
The leaves in the air look lovely in your hair.
Your skin, moistened and bare, I can\'t help but stare.
The flush on your cheeks makes me weak in the knees.
You tell me to stand before someone stops and sees.
I stand with a painful ache in my chest.
Please don\'t take my clumsy tumble in jest.
The pain in my heart has induced to a mess,
when I hear those few words that you confess.
You say you must leave,
as you disregard the heart on my sleeve.
The organ I bare has wilted crumbled.
I wish we could go back to before I had tumbled.
When my heart was pristine,
when our love was serene.
I feel as though my chest may implode,
from the pain you unload.
Can\'t you see the tears on my cheek?
Can\'t you see my pain at it\'s peak?
Im sorry I tumbled.
Im sorry our love crumbled.
But can\'t you give me one more chance;
to let our love do it\'s dance?
Salty-wet tears, run down my face.
I guess it\'s time I give you some space.
The tears in my eyes mask the lies I have lied.
They reveal the sins I tried to hide.
Finally the sun has gone down.
It has brought on a frown.
You have left me here to drown.
You have taken my crown.
The fog has now arisen.
I\'m locked in my own prison.
One of my design.
This is where I resign.
The air is sharp and crisp;
hitting my face wisp by wisp.
Forever until the end of time I will love you.
These are the words I wish I could tell you.
But the cold air pulls me into my silent abyss.
These are my last words you shall dismiss.
Your smell is all around me.
Your face is all I see.
I see the hair blow softly against your cheek.
I feel you standing knee deep in the creek.
Your eyes gleam in the mid-moon light.
This is what I imagine as my existence dwindles out of sight.
A silent hum hangs in the air.
Your shirt blows in the wind with a beautiful flare.
My memory of you is slipping away;
slipping through the hands of time to a murky Grey.
My heart slows.
The water flows.
As I slip from existence
My soul drifts with your last sentence.
\"I\'m sorry my love, may you rest like a beautiful dove.\"
This last sentence you speak,
With a kiss to my cheek.
Please don\'t forget me my dear.
That is the one thing that I fear.
I breathe one last breath with your face in my mind.
For that is the image I must leave behind.
You slowly slips out of sight;
And my last breathe sounds in the night.
Then it is silent;
nothing but quiet.