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Love gained, and love lost.
This time, you let it slip through your own fingertips, baby.
Lies never leave my mouth, especially with you.
"No one will know,
Darkened alleyways of her consciousness,
Frequently crossed street corners of her soul,
Like this one.
Misleading as jesters and fools,
Empty as a foul corpse,
No heart conveys blood to my lips
Except his.
Lost; misplaced.
"
No one will ever write you anything like that. Not one single heart has expressed that to you, quite like that. You know those pages were more than just words.
You were wrong this time. It was only you.
This time, you let it slip through your own fingertips, baby.
Lies never leave my mouth, especially with you.
"No one will know,
Darkened alleyways of her consciousness,
Frequently crossed street corners of her soul,
Like this one.
Misleading as jesters and fools,
Empty as a foul corpse,
No heart conveys blood to my lips
Except his.
Lost; misplaced.
"
No one will ever write you anything like that. Not one single heart has expressed that to you, quite like that. You know those pages were more than just words.
You were wrong this time. It was only you.