Warm love, cold hate.
Tell me love, what are we doing up so late?
Feelings found and lost.
For a none too small a cost.
Fate is cruel, but rather wise.
It's helped me see through all your lies.
Tell me now, and tell me fast
Will we ever have a love that lasts?
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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
ПоэзияPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
