And asked of me
What I thought
of my first love
and i said
oh my god i did love
and yet how i hate
I was asked of my second
again i did love and hate
not like the first
and not with such haste
not was my third
much like my first
still filled with love
not such with hate
but not with
that thirst...
that passion insane
that drove me
blame all of them
know in my heart
its not one of them
ever kept us apart
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
And asked of me
What I thought
of my first love
and i said
oh my god i did love
and yet how i hate
I was asked of my second
again i did love and hate
not like the first
and not with such haste
not was my third
much like my first
still filled with love
not such with hate
but not with
that thirst...
that passion insane
that drove me
blame all of them
know in my heart
its not one of them
ever kept us apart
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