She captured me with a glance
polar contradictions intertwined with a prance
Mirrors of our souls
reflect the wave of depth to where it flows
the breeze content, and it shows, when push comes to shove
the vise will cry from the dove, clasped by the embrace of what I'm made of
the substance of my soul drains to the very last drop
pouring my all, till where the faucet stops
drip..drip.. love and anger take a sip
I love you, I hate you, lost in translation till we slip
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Last edited by Master Rock; 07-22-2020 at 03:25 AM.
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