Cannibal Clown
Jan 27th, 2002, 12:52 PM
I'm not a good song writer. Or a poet. But everything I've been writing lately has been kinda depressing and my friends think i'm suicidal or something. So I've decided to try something a bit different.
The joy I get
When you’re around
Your face, your voice
And all you do
Just me and you
All alone
Could this be real?
A love that’s true.
You are as perfect
And as frail
As you were
Since day of birth.
But I know I’m not
Worthy of you
The greatest creation
Put on this earth.
Life is not worth living, unless my life has you.
But too shy to express, the thoughts in my heart.
So many things to say to the angel of my life,
To confess all my love, where do I have to start?
Let me take you
By the hand
And show you what
Your life could be.
Take that step
Take that chance
And spend the perfect
Night with me.
With you my life
Is like a dream,
The light that captures
All your grace.
Life is not worth living, unless my life has you.
But too shy to express, the thoughts in my heart.
So many things to say to the angel of my life,
To confess all my love, where do I have to start?
It's not about an actual person. I'm not lucky enough to have someone that means that much to me in my life. It's just a couple of words i put on paper.
The joy I get
When you’re around
Your face, your voice
And all you do
Just me and you
All alone
Could this be real?
A love that’s true.
You are as perfect
And as frail
As you were
Since day of birth.
But I know I’m not
Worthy of you
The greatest creation
Put on this earth.
Life is not worth living, unless my life has you.
But too shy to express, the thoughts in my heart.
So many things to say to the angel of my life,
To confess all my love, where do I have to start?
Let me take you
By the hand
And show you what
Your life could be.
Take that step
Take that chance
And spend the perfect
Night with me.
With you my life
Is like a dream,
The light that captures
All your grace.
Life is not worth living, unless my life has you.
But too shy to express, the thoughts in my heart.
So many things to say to the angel of my life,
To confess all my love, where do I have to start?
It's not about an actual person. I'm not lucky enough to have someone that means that much to me in my life. It's just a couple of words i put on paper.