Jan 2020
Lust can pull like a must, when it hits like a gust it can bend our good trust, hence ending in dust.
From the start of time, fake love like a rhyme, can lead to crime and switch on a dime.
Test not thine hearts fleeting bleating, for fear it’s just repeating.
So abort your hearts corse before it can contort, all the retorts your mind exhorts.
From the start of time, fake love like a rhyme, can lead to crime and switch on a dime.
Test not thine hearts fleeting bleating, for fear it’s just repeating.
So abort your hearts corse before it can contort, all the retorts your mind exhorts.
meant as a joke playing on words. In the end though it truly is hard to tell when we love or we lust... can also be read as desire for something that we shouldn't.
(24/M/USA)
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