A friend
An end
Over extend
Do it over again
Chances
More than glances
Is it magic
Mental dances
Dirt
The hurt
More than you deserve
Such a flirt
My love
You're a drug
Enough
Squash me like a bug
Sight
No longer in flight
Future bright
I'd make it right
Ruin
Too soon
Not human
What am I doing
Please trust
Things rust
The deepest cut
Wouldn't stop my love
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
A friend
An end
Over extend
Do it over again
Chances
More than glances
Is it magic
Mental dances
Dirt
The hurt
More than you deserve
Such a flirt
My love
You're a drug
Enough
Squash me like a bug
Sight
No longer in flight
Future bright
I'd make it right
Ruin
Too soon
Not human
What am I doing
Please trust
Things rust
The deepest cut
Wouldn't stop my love
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