We used to be obsessed with love
But love began so tiresome, we refuse
We’ve been bruised, so we choose to lose
Locked door, barriers up, refuse the muse
Everyone new will feel the news
That we’ve been used
For what the last one did was cold like brew
We used to be obsessed with love so deep,
so keen, now it’s buried where we keep
Love on the backend of things, out of sight
Dimmee goes the light.
Sexy times but
Loves not right
Did love die?
No, I’ve arrived
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