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Jan 31
She’s looking at me yearning
Yearning to take my time
I can’t stop hurting
Pain pours from my eyes

I’m weak for her, I’m on my knees
I’m Lucifer, she’s an angel, see?
My skin is hazel, green
I’m dead, I can’t be seen
Her love’s a drug to me
I’m a ******, I’m unclean

She pushes me away
And we both weep
Pretend that we’re okay
What I sow, I reap
For her I’ll always wait

Selling the rose she keeps
For a price far too cheap
I need her to know
I would spend my life
The truth’s in my eyes
I don’t need sweet lies
From the past I cut ties
See my heart, no disguise

Does art imitate life?
Or does life imitate art?
Can she see through the strife?
Can she heal my broken heart?
New Genesis
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New Genesis  22/M/USA
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