A Book Of Love Stories

The Killing Moon

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The homeade scars on my arms are slowly fading
Just as your fingernails are setting in to begin a new chapter
So sink in as deep as you canand I will do the same
We can share one sensation and ignore the flourescent riddles
In your eyelids and you surrender
It is something that I never intended to risk
Your skin is a canvas for my heart to paint
So let go and if we're careful not to breathe
We'll hear nothing and see everything we are feeling
In each other's eyes
Is is something that I never intended to risk
Without devotion all words turn to scabs
Unity is letting nothing be predeterminded
Unity is letting us be ourselves
Unity is letting each page write itself
Our book came to be unannounced
Our book of days, our book of loe stories
Each promise that I break is a day's draft burned forever
These are limits that I never intended to reach