Lynocide the lovely
Desire - Poem by Lynocide the lovely
the heart wants, something to hold,
some one to love,
a reason to beat,
another drum, that its own sound can synch too.
the game is afoot,
i will find that passion, where ever it hides.
you are what i want,
and until, thine eyes lock with mine.
dance with me, tell me im beautiful,
be that which i desire.
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