The soul of a poet
The soul of a poet
Embraces pain, knows lost
Understands hate the shadow of love
Darkness is no stranger
When the raven calls and the blood spills
Take notes my friend
Feel the moment
Love the dream, now forgotten
Until she walks in, dressed in black
Every move fills your eye
Those lips, taste them, you want to
It drives you
Desire, lust, your on fire
Sell your soul
Anything to possess her
Life has no meaning only her
Your heart she holds in the palm of her hand
As she walks away you slowly die
Crawl to her you dog
Kiss her feet
She looks down on you with those eyes
A tear falls from her face
She knows the pain, and in that moment
Your souls connect, energy flows
She sees you, and can feel the love
God take me now, it will never be the same
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