Was eaten away by the flame of love and passion,
There was no compassion,
Only the sound of a heart and hopes crashing
And a stare that saw all the action.
The errors of the past still burn
Just like the flame that once was deep within me and that will never return.
Such a weak feeling, to yearn
And to not know that everything needs to be earned.
True, love is stranger then fiction,
It is full of affliction
And so much friction,
But at the end we all love that kind of addiction.
It lowered my pride,
Become the false teacher; guide,
Only to see me………………. to see me dry
Why deny that I have something inside?
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