Almas Perdidas
Curse the famished hungered part
That cannot live without the heart
That I have grown to love, my Love
My soul, my warmth, mi vida.
Remove the thought of compromise
Cut out the tear ducts from my eyes
That I have grown in love, my Love
My joy, my light, mi vida.
Pluck the petals from the bloom
Open me, and that right soon
Those parts that beg to love, my Love
My flesh, my wet, mi vida.
Strike me where I weakly stand
I beg thee for a stronger hand
That I may live to love, my Love
My breath, my pulse, mi vida. [fin]
Pertenezco sólo a usted Amor ~ xx ~
Finding true love lost souls
Tags: Lost Souls, True Love
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