SoughtI'd take one hundred raining bullets just to see you smileBore holes in me times twenty but the pain will be worthwhilePierce through every feeling inch of my righteous bearing skinThese knives are nothing compared to our long protected sinWouldn't think to trade this world even for the detrimental clueFor nothing that is tangible could come close to touching youWhite hot passion burns with fire, a heat to melt our heartsMolding intricately together and fitting perfect at all partsIt's saddening to see all the time that we have squanderedNot wholly wasted though as the future we had ponderedOnly looking into each other and
Keep up the great work, sarya!