‎Friday, ‎October ‎10, ‎2014

You’r a beauty that comes with danger
Perhaps a dark silhouette that has no line
Everyone wants to take a picture with or of you
But there would be no caption or price to bid
You can be the remedy in a hateful poison,
That forever leaves a man lusting in lunacy
You’r a rare gold in a scarce place
Scars beneath that dwells for to dominate
Every element or every soul to abide
Come and define me the meaning of getting lost
Unconsciously found and capitulate every yesterday.


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