dont play with love
you'll never win
cuts will open and bleed
crimson drops stain cold white skin
bound by love
stolen, never freed
and as the years have many seasons
love has many colors
colors of pain, heartbreak and treason
and hatred between former lovers
it rips and tears
it pulls at your heart
screams for attention and kills you inside
slowly destroys everything that you are
again and again, because love cant die
it is pain, a knife
and beauty, a dove
my own heart haunts me with shadows of love
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