I trust too much. He lied.
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I trust too much. He lied.
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So this is melancholy
So this is melancholy That bittersweet taste every time We part ways That deepest sigh I always utter Whenever your lips touch mine Because I know in a second or two You will be gone I have never looked forward To our meeting For you have always Left me breathless And wanting This is insanely foolish And I know soon I’m about to face my doom But every time Your fingers Trickle my spine Or your breath Suffocates me Or your taste Numbs me… I find myself Completely giving in Until your whole being Inhibits my system Slowly poisoning my veins Until my blood ceases to flow And my heart resists pumping But there I go again Poisoned from the reverie Of you and me The car engine starts I know this is goodbye So long then Until the next confluence Of our thirsty mundane Incongruent lives By: iamstarfall