Sun, 05/17/2015 - 12:06 -- DjGamer

To love you would be a great shame

We would be the one's to blame

The people will set us into flames

Like our love is some forbidden game


Time is coming fast

This love will be our last

Then the end will hit us with a blast

Like a spell that has been cast


Time is almost here

And it is very near

It sniffs out my fear

And smiles at the sight of my tears


I can try and fight

But too great is my fright

And my fright against his might

Is like night taking over light




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