Aphrodite's Temple
You want me to worship you at an altar that was made for two
Nakedly adore
Beg and plead with you
There is nothing left to pacify, calm or sooth
I'm so done
Past fed up
And have no memory of through
I'm done screaming
Done dreaming of the love we had being real
Just hoping and praying the wounds you left will heal
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