Hot to touch, cold to love
Lips like blush, Free like doves
Trapped in corner, Eyes like dead
Lovely words, Messed up head
Not like in the books you read
Gold like autumn, pale like winter
Wandering eyes, feet like cinder
Beautiful lies, love infused
Soul disturbed, Heart confused
One day it will be over soon
A heart inflamed, infinite desire
Silky voices, eyes on fire
Cream on skin, saturated pores
Broken hearted, nothing more
To find love is merely a tale of lore
Spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Love lost, Empty, Vast
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