Fate. not finished.

by Passionate   Jul 17, 2008


You are my crimson touch
a ransomed heart
my beating pulse
although we're miles apart.
I was reaching out
to something new
you were there
you were true.
the lights flashed by
you took my hand
you sat me down
on your lips i'd land.
mistakes weve made
weve played our games
but still we're here
can it be fate?
can it be true
why we met
why we fight

you are my

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