Secret Love
i wait alone in this black room, weaving death before my eyes. I wait for you to set me free, impatiently watching as life dies. I hold deaths hand as softly he sings, stopping my breath i thought only your name. you never heard me, for you never believed, so i fell to death, and you never came.
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There is a lot to tell, so i will tell through my work. Cheers.
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