I taste your love
You waste my mind
I ve become hungry
All of the time
For something I ve never
Savored before
But it s the less, that
You feed me, from this
Empty shell, I myself become
You fed me
I ate it
You hurt me
I hate it
I never meant to step on your toes
But isn t that the way
It seems it always goes
Spun like a tornado, my
Mind is twisted on
Your barbed wire fence
That s built higher
Than you ve ever been
You fed me
I ate it
You hurt me
I hate it
Silent, quiet, too scared to try it
How many times does your
Sacred heart bleed
It is my soul you want
Or is it something that you need
I taste your love
You waste my mind
I tasted your love
You wasted my mind
Don t feed me
Won t eat it
Don t hurt me
Delete it
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