Eternal Love
Too many times I have fall,
Barenaked, I walk in a glass.
I swum the river of blood,
Swallow the rock on his hands.
Counting all the stars,
turning round in my eyes.
My lips taste like a crimson buds.
Purple eyeshadows and blush.
After he had a couple of shots,
will scratch for unfathomable lust.
With his mouth filled with venom,
Praying that night ends that fast.
Who will come to fill her glass,
the sweetest wine, a toast of love.
Who will take her hands for a dance.
Who will give her an eternal love.
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