Sense and Sensibility

Aesthesia you say, while sense is the moral Stop signs gone, let's go on, lets go further Your heart, in a state of pathetic deprivation deprived from love, from faith, two souls in segregation Did destiny plan this? Were we meant to be friends? Or is it a test for our sincerity, to see if it bends? Never concupiscence it was, but rather a happy angel Pouring tears of joy over two birds kissing like no strangers Again, I think with a heart filled with optimism A new heart, filtered, accepting no criticism accepting to die and vanish with your death accepting to cry your tear, while giving you a last breath Dignity, pride, sensibility, all crush to the shore the shore of the love ocean, letting out the sweetest roar and positive thoughts all over in my dead heart gives it hope, a sacred hope for a new start Slaughter not my dreams, for they're yours as well let us share this life between us, and on the past not dwell and if your heart became solid rock that ocean of love, would melt it, and within me it shall be stuck