Your love is a flame,
lights up the dark
It burns all the pain,
I hold it in my heart.
Your love is a knife,
pierces my chest
Emotions then flow,
speak my mind the best.
Your love is a drug,
I hide in my hand
My personal high,
Your proclaimed brand.
How can your love be
these dangerous things,
Not pushing me down
Instead give me wings.
— Tony Watson
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ChickLitIn the whim to get her, he is ready to lose everything. In need to hate him, she is ready to end everything. A storm is surrounding them; the fog of misunderstanding creates a parting between them and a furious lava of lust is boiling within the ra...
