Stumbling in my way I always reach you
You are ready to always welcome me at the doorframe
Our exitance now is timeless
But everything you do me slows it down
Poison over your lips
With every kiss, I reach closer to death
You are the lust that I can’t undo
Put me under an ever-bonding cruse
Palms that fit just right in my arms
And eyes that show me what you desire
Twisted arms around my neck
Yet the suffocation makes me euphoric
She is my false sense of comfort
I am her shiny doll left lonely in the closet
This passion is one that sets ablaze quick
But dies down quicker than it starts
Your whisper haunts me as I leave,
“I will never own you, but I will rather break you
Then see you with anyone else, Darling.”
Ah, such a cruel Harlot you are
Trying to cage something that isn’t even yours.
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