Your love is like the sun.
It will rise and it will set.
Like perpetual motion.
So much force, sure to end
This infatuatious feeling
that we fumble at arms length.
We never see the fault
so we're the ones to blame.
Love to youis something
Like dice, the luck of the roll.
But I'm looking for something,
so that I can define my soul.
And when the day you feel
your time has run it's course,
Move on to greater pastures
and leave a barren body
broken and alone.
 
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