Isn’t it love?

You drew your lips closer to mine,

Intoxicating me, intertwined

Our souls entangled, your eyes on me

All part of a broken fantasy,

But when you do the same to the girl next door,

why am I being called a whore?

Still, my heart calls you one last time

For your body belongs only on top of mine

You say, “I love you”, That I am beautiful

As my warm tears make a flood,

I think you look prettier now,

As my hands are covered in your lovely blood.

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