BookRix

Take the rose from my hand,
Take the gravity from the fall.
Take the door of its hinges,
Take the tree from its roots.
Take the pen from paper,
Take the ink off the paper.
You take all these things,
These things that don't belong to you...

I love you all as much as I love and need the rushing blood beneath my skin.

To all of those who know what it feels like when I say:

I'm going to smile like nothings wrong,

Talk like everthings perfect,

Act like its all a dream,

And pretend its not hurting me.