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Thursday, 17 October 2013

Murder of Passion


She took my heart, she took my soul
She took me to places sublime
She took me there and back again
No consciousness of time 

We thrived on danger, knew it was wrong 
Sensibility lost in the bliss
We knew it would someday end in tears
Never thought it would lead to this

The truth will out, excitement sobers 
His anger was open and raw
With her safety threatened, something snapped
And now there he lies on the floor 

The blood spilled on the cobbled slabs
Should not be his, but mine
But the passersby will testify
I must now own this crime 

The passion that flew us to a life surreal
Transcended constraints and fears
Pierced the bubble so quickly, the point of a knife
Now my heart will be locked up for years 




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