Thinking someday you'll get rid of the rust
Slowly covering the iron walls of your heart that I Once had broken with love.
I kept my eyes open.
To see those signs of uncertainty in your handsigns,
And that emotion forming on your brows, go away.
For everything that looks dead and pale isn't the end of love but a beginning of subtlety.
But you left the ecstacy, never watering it to grow into happiness.
Somewhere I'll still wait.
Its a dilemma.
A cold floor I hate lying on but I still do.
Hoping you'll again lie down with me.
So what should I call my phase?
I guess I'll think about it.
As I lie down on that floor. Embracing the pain all the way to the icy cold weather out of my door.
There is no way out of this place,
Unless I survive all the hell.