I AM DYING TO TOUCH..
Scars on your soul under Moonlight,
Crave to unfold the unsaid so Tight.
To control the pain of fleecy Time,
That has become sneaky Slime.
Love may maynot heal everything BUT,
Love's belief strengthens graved Gut.
Love certainly holds the core firm When,
You havent given up in hurdlefull Glen.
I am Love, be my vessel and pour me In,
Cz dying before death is unforgiveable Sin.
Midst of wildly dark if you feel like Prey,
Only you can emmitt light when you are Grey !!
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