If your not trying to kill your lover
You dont love her
7 red days and red lips
Red pumps push hips
She is so free
Yet so costly
Auctioned hearts to the lowest bidder
Her closet full of collectibles, bruises and bones
Emotions irreplaceable like the contents of her cellular phone
Her tears replenish the oceans
Wise men revere the seas
Tide between her highs and lows
We go lunatic with eyes and mind
These attractions
Locked into her orbit
Yet slowly drifting away
Hate to see you go
May hate you forever if you do
To prevent this I may try to...
Love you so much
I'd make us die
21.3.16
Love to Death
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