Losing My Love
Slain, my thoughts bring forth my death
For thee might be my last breath
Just to feel the heat from your sweet lips might be a
baneful sin
I bring forth my hand just to see it slip away once
again
Once I lose my grasp on you, my heart with ache with
streaks of pain everytime I see you
Fear that thy world will come crashing down on me;
wondering how this could be?
While it's slowly tearing us apart and then finally separating us completely
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