I may not write about you
The way my dreams at night fill with you and I dancing.
I may not write about,
A love that we experience
That cause even the fearful sight of bombs exploding to look beautiful.
But darling, don't let your heart get away from itself.
Don't wait for me
The wound you cause shall soon heal
You will hear and read another words of another damsel dancing with me,touching my soul,
My finger tips brushing the sides of her breasts,
Her lips trailing down my neck and having a French kiss.
But it not my fault
You have fallen, you messed everything up
And I have to show you the sharp dagger of my love.
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