Thought past pain of love was buried deep in me,
Ha, what a lie, told myself never I would see,
I give with every fiber of my body and soul only to feel,
My heart and soul being ripped out, in despair,
That I too could find love, someone wanting to care,
Ti's better than before, blood seeping, not flowing,
Scares still open, alas never will be fully healed,
Still soft, their easy for loves jagged nails to tear,
Must be that I have become a most succulent prey,
Lured by soft touches, passionate kisses, sensuality,
Unaware in erotic bliss, my soul, wounded heart open,
Months, days, weeks, even a moment in a dream, Oh-
Deep down I know it's coming just can't or won't believe,
In the calm of the day, or passion of the night, I then feel,
Fluttering wings of loves evil twin, talons bared for the kill,
Ti's for me a common affair, to be ripped open without care,
Now instead of pain, an aura of eroticism envelopes me,
Warm blood flowing over me, soul leaving, mind in a trance,
This pain of love is like a drug, can't get enough, I overdose,
Sleep it off, heal the wounds, pick myself up start a romance,
Looking into pretty eyes, their soul, feeling passion, getting bold,
Same Ole same Ole, shot myself with a dose of new found love,
High as one can be and believing we won't ever come down, Ha-
Now know from past loves gone awry, I will break this addiction,
No more heart and soul for their fill, I shall circle and have my fill,
Alas this shall work, triumphant, till she smiles and kisses me.
