Glass of Love
Open a page of this untold story
No regrets, no need to say sorry
Broken hearts are unsolved mysteries
Better unsaid and left as history
Bring out the good soul in me
Chase away all bad thoughts I see
Fill up my glass with intimacy
Keep me drunk but sober equally
Let me drown in love, hate and confusions
Never try to save me, from all of Eros's illusions
Copyright © Slow Rush | Year Posted 2018
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