My Hidden Love
From the beginning, you, I could not trust
The love, the hate, and many lies I spoke
I thought you would leave but you stayed and lust
I pushed you away now my heart is broke
My tears flow down while the pain goes through me
I sit on my bed and stare at the night
I hear my screams, for I am the banshee
It controls my body, and all my might
I wish you were here, not just in my heart
The ghost that haunts me is coming alive
It grasps my cold heart and rips it apart
It’s taken over; I’m in for a drive
My heart was ripped out my beating chest
My hidden love is a heart broken guest
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