You To Me
My mind hurts, what are You to Me?
My mouth blurts, it mumbles; what are these thoughts thinking of thy?
In peculiar ways, you’re stunning, never a bore, you “straight fly”; to die
I would, to save those brown eyes.
No one else may realize, but you kill or create me at all times.
When you’re with me, the clock turns rapidly, I’m living.
All seconds away turn to days; life lives deadly, slowly, vapidly.
A need more than a desire- you must stand by my side.
Without you to abide by, how would I survive?
The aches continue; I require a nurse
But you’re the only love potion to aid me to the next verse
My very existence rots waiting for you to open that door
Please come, I pray; You to Me est plus que cet amour.
You to Me determines life or death.
You to Me is whether I’ll grasp another breath.
You direct my destiny; allow me to endure.
Copyright © Leighton Elliott | Year Posted 2005
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