There is a sentence Sprawled on a single piece of paper Beside a mattress a**uring me that My heart will never break And I'm as dependent on it As a hopeless addict On the needle being clean Broken framed photographs Perched on aging furniture Unconsciously reminding me As does the shrapnel scar of A wounded vet You know its love when we Dance without moving and converse Without the lifting of tongues Every silver will tarnish Every flower will wither, but if You part before one heart stops With my last dying breath... I swear.. I would die a thousand d**hs... Before I let your lips touch mine...