Amethyst کے بول

Look away My precious one The weight of hurt was fed to those you feared Turn away My only one Trapped inside my head you seem to be Is life worth living without your body against mine Is the air worth breathing without your tiny hand in mine Is my life worth fighting for without your arms within mine Oh is the Amethyst or is the weight of bliss And the taste of your tender skin leaves my senses scattered on the titles And your touch like compassion's interim hold me when the dark claws at my side like your kiss your kiss