Mar 2018
So much love in you.
So much treasure locked away,
Unable to be shared.
Too much love in you.
Too many rivers to your spread delta,
Where you stand bravely to drown.
Immortal love in you.
The gift of a soul,
The truest something.
So much love that you'd give it to nothing.
So much treasure locked away,
Unable to be shared.
Too much love in you.
Too many rivers to your spread delta,
Where you stand bravely to drown.
Immortal love in you.
The gift of a soul,
The truest something.
So much love that you'd give it to nothing.
The world is skin,
But you are within,
And passion is sin,
But who would've known?
Maybe past the aeons, we can try this again.
But you are within,
And passion is sin,
But who would've known?
Maybe past the aeons, we can try this again.
Written by
Devil Atticman
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