Wounded Hearts

Like lovers in the silent of an ocean tide of waves, the lust of natives

My heart bleeds for your energy with the wounds of past we regret

For my life would be over, without your touch, your heart saves

Never to let go of tomorrow for the silence of the world we never shall forget

With two perfect beings in this unforgiving world, while our longing for a future

Where no one hurts or cuts the life into tiny pieces of flesh bleeding remains