To be with you would be my only wish, if asked by a djinn. I’m infected by love, such a volatile toxin. Typhoons thoughts of you, in my head forever they spin. But I guess there are too many faults within my skin. No matter what I sacrifice, with you I can never win. The only one I love more than my own kin. Sorrow is the song played on my heart the sad violin But my love, for you I would wear the “colors of sin.”
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Anyhow, love and what it does to us...
Thanks for the read..
SR