Always with Pleasure

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I remember the first time I met you,

17, wasn't I?

You were a different cage of bones,

A soul made of stones,

I still let you sweep me away,

Always with pleasure.

At 18 we were still fighting,

For survival, for love, for us,

I left plenty of times,

Only to be back,

Always with pleasure.

At 19 it was a little too much,

I left the town I knew by heart,

And entered a world without you in it,

It was all so distant.

But late at night,

When my heart ached for your words,

I found my way back to you,

Always with pleasure.

Now its been 3 years,

You're busy with your life,

Those birthday messages go unseen,

With all the pain you caused me,

I should never see you again,

But even today if you speak,

And ask me to meet,

I will always come,

And get my heart broken again,

Get my hopes high and wreck them,

Collide into you to crash into a wall,

Get bruised and broken,

Start all over again,

Always with pleasure.


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