Burning Love
No more of this beautiful thing I call loveA time for a hug, is not a good time for me
Leave me be, as I speak about a boy whom shall remain nameless
He breaks my soul
He lies to my face
He leaves me to fall
To crumble
To burn
I burn all the beautiful things I see about him
Inside my heart
You see no tears
Yet I'm deeply crying inside my crushed, burned soul
It's so painful for another's eyes to see
Yet they're so lucky, they don't have to go threw you
I'll burn all the past inside my mind
To save myself from beating myself in rage of depression
It's my fault
We stand here in the cold, cruel rain
As we burn this love, this past, this future of love
And us
My little thing I call "Burning Love"
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