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Lead Me into Your Head

So I can make my bed inside

By TestPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Never tell me I can,

Nor the things of which I may,

But of all things of your lips,

Do leave a mark nowhere near a physical burnt red rose kisses.

Only which lead my mind scarred and baffled,

confusion sets in when all of your vocabulary and glossary of your attempts to give love that never ends.

And yes make me beg of your cup,

where it became B to double D,

I would like to F it yet you kept a loving shield of "No".

But on a whimpering statement

You did settle.

Too many times from you is a joke after joke.

That I am to ask of forgiveness for you and your

love that died the

moment it knew not of what I meant,

Only the things I am of service for you and all those;

Whom wanted none but a Butler out of me.

heartbreak
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