The tiger waits,to hunt for bait.But then he goesto hunt you, mate.He'll hunt your thoughts,and wound you with his claws;he'll eat your dreamsand the light you won't see.
Being without you makes me as dry as a cactus.My days are blue without you.You have spiked my geartAnd without you I'm missing one part.My precious cactus.
Orange leaves like firefell down to the floorwaiting for the snow to comeand turn the heat to cold.
The tiger waits,
ReplyDeleteto hunt for bait.
But then he goes
to hunt you, mate.
He'll hunt your thoughts,
and wound you with his claws;
he'll eat your dreams
and the light you won't see.
Being without you makes me as dry as a cactus.
ReplyDeleteMy days are blue without you.
You have spiked my geart
And without you I'm missing one part.
My precious cactus.
Orange leaves like fire
ReplyDeletefell down to the floor
waiting for the snow to come
and turn the heat to cold.