10.03.02
Your icy claws
They clench my soul
The bitter chill
The dead of night
I see no stars
The ones you stole
Were all too real
There is no light
So please let go
I won’t resist
I will not fight
I see your lies
If you say ‘no’
Sweet lips I’ll kiss
I’ll hold you tight
Look in my eyes
Copyright © Richie Jackson | Year Posted 2005
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