Life and Love
Life is a mystery,
So weird in misery.
The pain we put ourselves through, is contagious.
As we see it, it's spontaneous.
Eyes open, dreams closed, we reveal our secrets. They become exposed.
Your breath taking me away, almost imposed. I swear the green trees are talking,
Because they are mocking,
Every move I make, It's shocking.
The way I feed into your lies, Is the way I feel petrified.
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