"how do you simply ask of us to delete or execute something that runs within our blood ?"
wee are one...
with our blood..
the words carved deep on my wrist..
are the symbol of you..
slicing through my heart..
and leaving a untreatable wound..
bleeding for an eternity..
i may run out of blood..
and i may run out of breath ..
but how can i run out of your love..
for it stays deep in memories..
all the memories ..
you and i ..
under the dark peaceful sky...
shinning bright stars..
loving eyes of yours..
memories ...
"how do you ask of us to discard people who are carved deeply in our soul ?"
