"Wasted Love"
...From the night, after the noon,
before a day, never can´t stop us...
She´s body like a Blackstorm,
at the Nightfall.
You tongue like a Snake,
dragging me into the Bed.
In the Street-corner
she can find, between in the Smoke
The show beginnig now!.
If love writes with blood,
within passion in Ourself.
Obssesion hungers for easy pleasure
Now this isn´t Nature,
this is the human Drama.
My heart suffers on my Own,
but my soul cries of Sorrow.
Maybe the life strikes closer,
i´ve never seenafter Tomorrow.
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