I will need an alibi,
to carry out iniquity .
I’ll consort and I’ll comply,
To test this, our propinquity.

You and I will maturate,
But in the end, it’s all a game.
Maybe you are my soul mate,
with passion that one cannot tame.

No one loses; no one wins;
please burry now my true contrite.
As we bask here in our own sins,
Just take my heart dear, treat it right.

Broken hearted, cannot mend;
a soul that’s flooded full of tears.
Wounds to which you plan to tend,
a love erasing all my fears.

How will I know this is real?
Don’t leave me lonely once again.
I want to love, I want to feel,
I want to end where we begin.


 
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