Your lips on my skin is too great to ignore,
I adore
I adore
I adore
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Heaven Is Not Fit For A Love As Ours
She is the flame waltzing in the dark
Amidst the frozen minds that answer your calls
In this hall of hushed hymns and whispered prayers
She sees the truth from false
I would crawl out of your Elysium to sit upon her threshold
As the rain of our drops of sorrow conquers your oceans
Her lips on my skin and your words in my ears
She is the only one worth my devotion
She sings her melodies and I follow her honeyed tongue
Past the gates that lead to you
Whilst she gazes at the stars I wish I was the heavens
Drenched in the evening’s hue
They weave tales that turn our love into crime
Those hands that fought your wars
They forget I’d rather reminisce my sins
Than have nothing left to live for
Our souls are tied and intwined
By our love, our pride, our guilt
Her fallen angel kisses turn my flowers to embers
And break down the lies you built
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Somethings are meant to last forever
Somethings are meant to fall apart
Somethings are meant to be together
Somethings are meant to break your heart
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“My love and I took hands and swore, against the world, to be poets and lovers evermore,”
- Katherine Bradley and Edith Cooper (Michael Field), ‘It was deep April’
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