Residues of your love, just mourn their identity.
My charred skin looks not pretty any more.
Mornings are untouched just like nights,
These thirsty lips have nothing to hold.
They just sung melodies of forgotten love now.
Lust forges love, void surrounds my heart,
Kill me for my sins, and take out my flesh,
As my soul in torment, longing for submission,
Takes a forbidden path.
Listen to my unspoken words.
As I still love you for not loving me………
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