My head is drunk with love.
My heart filled with pain.
For which it beats for you.
In war you gain.
I miss those whispered promises.
Of the far and distant lands.
For those sacred and holy.
A map engraved on your hands.
So take me to that place.
Of spirit and desire.
When time can only be ours.
Our sparks can light the fire.
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Eighteen. Macabre & Romance
I miss the arms you hold me with, The lips that lay that tender kiss, The hands that pull me close, near, The words that erase my fear, I miss you, the cheeky wink and grin, I miss stroking that...
I'd never feel that restlessness, The time when you were near.. I'd be filled with happiness, Now losing you I fear.. Will you run and come to me, If I said I need you here..
It's meaningless without you, You've had this kind of weight, I thought, since I first met you, That oh. This must be fate.
Kiss me gently, In the rain. Hold me tightly, If I'm in pain. Hold me tighter, Kiss my head, Even if, The world is dead. Live every day, Like its our last. No regrets. Forget the past.
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