When you really fall in love
It feels like lethargy
Your heart beats your conscience away
And everything is done
In praise of her
You could kill, die
Or live for her
Even knowing that she’d never
Ask you such a thing
You can’t help thinking
That you’re not yours anymore
Which is painfully beautiful
Cause it’s wide and pure
Human nature.
Slavery to our own ego.
Always seeking for words
That amuse us and when
They’re finally found
We could kill, die
Or live for it.
We are nothing
But weak.
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