From trauma it seems I never learn;
You grin when you watch me burn;
But I never learn, as expected;
I've fallen for such a heart so twisted;
Such beautiful yet frail-looking flower;
Who knew you wielded such power?
I've never known love so profound;
For love, murder I act with such delight;
Before you drag my corpse into the night.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
