A hurricane is getting ready to come on.
But in here to the candles we're drawn.
Near-kisses cozier than the quilt.
When the love is right you cannot find guilt.
Black stars shining on my heart.
His trembling heartbeat falls apart.
If this is true I will never be sure.
Is it even possible, love so pure? And then before I could sink in this strawberry tart
He smiled at me after saying the worst part.
My selfless love didn't matter anymore.
Among the tags society gave, now was whore.
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