How sooner will you stop
chasing the end of their talks
starry nights you turned to stormy
what better do I hope
when all I see is agony.
never had it enough on me as to
leave it, for you
this feeling satiates to the within
and I don't mind it to be true.
I won't say
to hold my hand and bring me back
but don't take me for a fool
makes me hitched,the thought
where do I lack!?
ain't no soul out there
would leave the warm of heaven
as I did,
do die with you..
so you listen
and listen it quiet
with this so common
body of mine
your sorrows should find a way
this I make
a desire divine.
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