My Beautiful
My beautiful, my beautiful. I hold you in my arms,
Only to find you do not hold me back.
You damned me once before,
now you damned me again.
Your blood spills to the ground,
as your cold heart is torn in my hand.
All of the kisses, all of the qurrels.
Forgotten they are, as your heart is no more.
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