Is thy unworthy of love
Or is it merely fate’s desire?
Boiled down from skies above,
Temporary burning fires.
A meteorite was falling
On her lighted pure aura
Her heart is crawling down,
Though blends in with the aurora.
Oh cold hearted souls
Ignoble dreadful princes,
Creatures of the underworld
Here to squeeze your inner voices.
Shall thou leave to be
Or wait some time to see?
Thy idealistic sense of greed,
Manipulates the love in me.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:33 AM UTC
Is thy unworthy of love
Or is it merely fate’s desire?
Boiled down from skies above,
Temporary burning fires.
A meteorite was falling
On her lighted pure aura
Her heart is crawling down,
Though blends in with the aurora.
Oh cold hearted souls
Ignoble dreadful princes,
Creatures of the underworld
Here to squeeze your inner voices.
Shall thou leave to be
Or wait some time to see?
Thy idealistic sense of greed,
Manipulates the love in me.
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