Two lonely hearts inside the door..
Ignited in devotion's eyes..
A lone, untainted silhouette..
The assassin in disguise.
Your cloak and dagger, all the same..
Your cold, white lies they shall remain...
These clueless, careless, reckless flames..
Dancing, flickering, in the rain.
One broken soul that longs for more,
who desires to love until it's sore..
Like the burning embers of a dying fire,
their hearts ablaze behind the door
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"One broken soul that longs for more,
who desires to love until it's sore.."
Those words describe me more than perfectly.. They way you write is so emotionally upsetting yet so beautiful..
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