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Darkness clouds my heart,
Because you will not be mine.
Mine so sweet as to
Not be my valentine.

Melancholy coldens your touch,
Against my lukewarm skin.
Even god will vouch
Against our sin.

You harshly deny,
Any hint of relationship,
And against the feel of you and your lips
I can tell you this is a lie.

Crushed and irate,
I feel the need to exasperate,
But honored by your need,
To feed on by hearts aching stings.

When night comes to take,
I feel a desire begin to quake,
For your body against mine,
And there you would be,
All I feel I have to do is sign
On the dotted line.


I think I understand,
Why to me you aren’t true.
But I think its time I reveal to you,
What I want and from whom.

A deadly relationship
To each of our pride.
But I have seen, and know you
Have another side.

I wish I could tell you
That this cannot go on.
But lust for your love, your touch
Has taken on my well of conscience.

True to me all
That I may not know,
The meaning of true love
I had hoped to find in you.

... To bad.

— The End —