I've hung and tied the ropes of my past,
Looked into your eyes, fell way too fast,
Hooked on toxic narcotics from hearts,
Beating as one, this is where love starts.
Words from lips travel to destined ears,
Hands so dry wipe away cryptic tears,
Exposing strong feelings cloaked inside,
Showing me happiness when faith died.
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