Love Is
hls990
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Love is...
Incredibly devious notions poured over soft and mischievous motions
Laced in ribbons, mixed in potions, swallowed down, no commotion
Only served in lethal doses, many faces, many poses
Violent crimes, peaceful roses
Every heart deserves its quotient
Yearning for a gentle feeling, every soul will do its bleeding
Owning all that she is feeding, every body takes its beating
Unhindered by the love that’s leading, every mind will crave it; needing
Beautiful structure of the heart begins when walls are ripped apart
A beast that’s born at break-neck velocity
A beating, bleeding, kneading atrocity
Carried by a blood so sour, vessels popping every hour
Tearing body straight from mind, traces of your self behind
Rampaging, seeing only red, the doubt it found is surely dead
Stomping through every excuse, this beastly love is most profuse
Crawling underneath your skin, tearing from deep within, this beast of burden’s spewing sin
This evil love is creeping in
Blind sided, short sighted,
whiplashed, can’t fight it
Bullet? Now’s the time to bite it
Flame has already been ignited
Will? There’s no time to write it
Target: you. It has been sighted
Beast is lashing, life is flashing
What you knew is fleeting, dashing
Weaken, buckle at the knees
Submit to it, calm your seas
Ask it something if you please
Nothing you do will set it free
Beast is victor, love is safe
Parasitic, loves your taste
Symbiotic, becomes your face
So thrombotic, stops your pace
Offers solace in its charm, for closing the door will cause more harm
This lovely beast has so become you, corrupted all that you can run to
A catastrophic beauty so profound that to gaze into her eyes will be the demise of all ambition to mute her song.
A beautiful catastrophe so immense that to avoid her gaze will be the demise of all ambition to hear her lyrics.
Love is the beast within who draws us to her beautiful sin, who passes through our next of kin, who pricks us with her tiny pin, enough to saunter her way in.
Love is a deadly assassin, infecting us with such a passion
Love is the resolute, with not a sole substitute
Love is never to be set free
Love is you,
Love is me
Incredibly devious notions poured over soft and mischievous motions
Laced in ribbons, mixed in potions, swallowed down, no commotion
Only served in lethal doses, many faces, many poses
Violent crimes, peaceful roses
Every heart deserves its quotient
Yearning for a gentle feeling, every soul will do its bleeding
Owning all that she is feeding, every body takes its beating
Unhindered by the love that’s leading, every mind will crave it; needing
Beautiful structure of the heart begins when walls are ripped apart
A beast that’s born at break-neck velocity
A beating, bleeding, kneading atrocity
Carried by a blood so sour, vessels popping every hour
Tearing body straight from mind, traces of your self behind
Rampaging, seeing only red, the doubt it found is surely dead
Stomping through every excuse, this beastly love is most profuse
Crawling underneath your skin, tearing from deep within, this beast of burden’s spewing sin
This evil love is creeping in
Blind sided, short sighted,
whiplashed, can’t fight it
Bullet? Now’s the time to bite it
Flame has already been ignited
Will? There’s no time to write it
Target: you. It has been sighted
Beast is lashing, life is flashing
What you knew is fleeting, dashing
Weaken, buckle at the knees
Submit to it, calm your seas
Ask it something if you please
Nothing you do will set it free
Beast is victor, love is safe
Parasitic, loves your taste
Symbiotic, becomes your face
So thrombotic, stops your pace
Offers solace in its charm, for closing the door will cause more harm
This lovely beast has so become you, corrupted all that you can run to
A catastrophic beauty so profound that to gaze into her eyes will be the demise of all ambition to mute her song.
A beautiful catastrophe so immense that to avoid her gaze will be the demise of all ambition to hear her lyrics.
Love is the beast within who draws us to her beautiful sin, who passes through our next of kin, who pricks us with her tiny pin, enough to saunter her way in.
Love is a deadly assassin, infecting us with such a passion
Love is the resolute, with not a sole substitute
Love is never to be set free
Love is you,
Love is me
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your words bleating and beating
great stuff.
and you blow me away every time
"what a long, strange trip it's been"