Something keeps pulling me to you... indescribably magnetic & strong... Like a spell that I can't pull away from, oh release me from this siren's song...
For my darling I can't seem to focus, or to breathe without thoughts of your eyes. It's pathetic & truly disgraceful, perfect recipe to my demise...
Dear I fear insanity looms, for what more can I truly expect? Sweet poison I've tasted on your lips & now all I have left is regret...
But if that kiss my last should be, then gladly I'll accept... symbolic eternal reminder of love promises we never kept...
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