Drag Me Not Love
When my heart was cleanse of its weeds
I never thought there were any seeds;
Or any sign of kindness,
Or room for softness.
Blame my body not, thy are not aware;
It's following a script writing by desire,
Of stupid love,
Of careless love.
You care not about my nature;
And my future,
You've taken me far deep onto,
Without consulting her soul to.
And after her desmis from this earth,
Still you are now dragging me underneath.
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