who you are


comfort in the morning sky

love is on the rise

entangled two souls must be

a mad world to set them free

glowing eyes in the dark night

something worthy to put up a fight

lust is just a child game

one the fool and one to blame

gently til the bitter end

hearts can break not bend

we can’t fight who we are

the journey has come to far

The bitter ironic truth

this war is ours to lose

its just what your made of

hopeless confused love

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