my life is death without you
 

don't look at me with those eyes
those eyes that doubt and question me,
those eyes that ask why i don't say
"my life is death without you"
and why i don't profess my love for you
and shout it from the rooftops
while loveless star-gazers pine and lust in the moonlight.

these rooftops are an unfit stage to act out the tragedy of my life,
the tragedy that you helped to write.


we embrace like the crashing of waves
like the awkward meeting of hands between strangers,
and then depart
until only moonlight remains
only moonlight remains.

This isn't one big cliche at all.

i took the part out about the songbirds.




should i put it back?

Yeah put that back as well as the part about crying tears so black and bleeding blood so crimson.

lol o ****.

I agree though, too cliched.