A sense of talk

my forever was taken...
This perfect angel designed
Just backs the attacks maybe he has resigned,
I made a mistake thinking I didn't deserve you.
An attempt to forsake what my heart always knew.
We liberate from every touch, And know there's none I miss so much... Temp. cliches are contempt contradictions, so I end my day with your afflictions...
I'll take back the key to your side of the bed,
And remember the things I should have said.
attempting sleep your name still calls, then we're holding hands like paper dolls...
I want to do what your lungs do so well, if either should fail I'll meet you in hell. First and last of your kind,
all that occupies my mind.
Fuck the women I'll never meet,
and The lies I'll tell myself to sleep.
when you talk enough sense you'll lose your mind,
So I'll use you as a warning sign.
I found love where it shouldn't be,
right in front of me,
And she's talking sense to me...