skins

...where the thristles grow wild

one heart out of two,
one life, me and you,
last mile in the pale light,
take me home with you tonight,
we'll touch til it feels right,
you won't say "love" but i might,
one heart out of two,
one life, me and you,
made love and you muttered "we're through",
one heart, but mind was in two

one heart half filled with the dreams of a saint,
the other filled with nothing but hate