Roses are never too sweet
The color red fueled with lust not love...
Emotions, hard to describe
Yet you always knew, how I felt inside...
Oh, such agonizing pain
Your bed once warmed by me...
I am who I am
I am not what they make me...
Oh foolish heart,
may your passion be tamed...
To find solace in such temporary things
Like one night stands and after club flings...
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God, while I'm given the chance |
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It hurts when you make someone your priority and you are just an option~ |
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When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace. |