I Ache (Bolujem)

I Ache

I carried the ring to you
My whole being proposed to you
I dreamt of you at the altar
As a quince atop my wardrobe
Wilted and waited, wilted and waited

I carried roses to you
Proposed to you with them
Regretted them with tears
Remaining upon the pedestal of shame
When you left, when you left

[Chorus 2x]

I ache, I ache
My whole life, a whole century
My soul seeks only you
For this I ailment I have no cure

I carried love to you
Proposed to you with my soul
You remained my angel
Became an anthem of my heart
His cross and icon
His cross and icon


Submitted by Lumosnight on Tue, 01/05/2012 - 18:10
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