Old flames
Burned out
This heart
Open now
How can I love
With this heart on fire
And how can you love
With that heart stone cold
I crave you
Desire
Heart
On fire
Say I don't
Admire
Say you don't
Inspire
Call me
A liar
Oh this wanting heart
Of mine
Oh these wandering eyes
Of mine
Oh this desiring mind
Of mine
Forgive me for these sins
Of mine
Heart of desire
Fell for a flyer
Preaching to the choir
Don't you tire
Of loving liars
The way you look at me
The way you smile at me
The way you laugh along with me
The way you relate to me
It's the little things
That make you
Irresistible
All the lovers
Are liars
All the loved
Are fools
When I look into your eyes I see the fire that makes my soul burn
And it burns for you
When we run out of fuel
For these burning hearts
I'm not sure
If it'll tear us apart
Don't let me go
Before I know
How long ago
You stopped loving me
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The Red Urge
PoetryAnd so here is where I am supposed to say something profound, but I believe Red Urge will speak for itself. Go ahead. Click read.
