The truth is in your dark eyes.
But your touch
Distracts me.
Your lies are sweeter anyway.
I remember
When you were my ***** secret.
Now I'm yours.
Maybe we deserve to burn
In each other's fires.
What I have is not love.
What you want is not happiness.
We have a passion
That burns and devours.
And soon, we shall
Both be ash.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
The truth is in your dark eyes.
But your touch
Distracts me.
Your lies are sweeter anyway.
I remember
When you were my ***** secret.
Now I'm yours.
Maybe we deserve to burn
In each other's fires.
What I have is not love.
What you want is not happiness.
We have a passion
That burns and devours.
And soon, we shall
Both be ash.
