لومړۍ 22 کرښې.
I will meet you
In some place
Where the light lends itself to
Soft repose
I will let you undress me
But I warn you I have thorns like any rose
And you could hurt me
With your bare hands
You could hurt me using the sharp end of what you say, but
I'm lost to you now
And there's no amount of reason
To save me
So break me
Take me
Just let me
Feel your arms again
Break me
Take me
Just let me
Feel your love again
Feels like being underwater
Now that I've let go and lost control
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