In the end of a depth, romance was never meant to be felt,
It's merely like a cosmetic in the top shelf, showing in
But we feel the need, for the most, the desire,
And we let it consume us, 'till love is all we want and breath.
'Till love is all that matters, and in the most important point of view,
All we seek for, in the other, mostly.
We open our hearts, let it sink in our bodies,
With raw eyes we take the sight, majestically
We hope in the end, it was worth it, the sacrifice
The blood and the ***** lies, 'till the feeling of death arrives,
Death of ours, death of theirs;
Slander, the olders would say,
Prophecy, the wiser,
A must, the lovers.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC
In the end of a depth, romance was never meant to be felt,
It's merely like a cosmetic in the top shelf, showing in
But we feel the need, for the most, the desire,
And we let it consume us, 'till love is all we want and breath.
'Till love is all that matters, and in the most important point of view,
All we seek for, in the other, mostly.
We open our hearts, let it sink in our bodies,
With raw eyes we take the sight, majestically
We hope in the end, it was worth it, the sacrifice
The blood and the ***** lies, 'till the feeling of death arrives,
Death of ours, death of theirs;
Slander, the olders would say,
Prophecy, the wiser,
A must, the lovers.
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