my lady,
id rather not starve for the hunger i have to be loved by you
just the thought of dismissing your love and passionate touch
makes me sick and reach for a crutch
id fight
till every inch of my lungs were gasping
till every inch of my heart was thrashing
till every inch of my soul, that you control
was taken, from death
leaving my body cold
your my angel
grow your wings
embrace your love
finalize your king
hypnotize me
in your trance
swipe me up
into your land....
but in your land,
u wont agree
u'll throw me down into misery: (
i feel u near its really close?
i miss you, losts?
were did you go? ?
if its time...
let me leave.
death cant be revoked.....
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