🌹💙You are tied to me
to the insatiable instinct
of my hands,
to me perverse way of wanting you,
we are what is called nothing,
we are that secret
that is carried in the mind and
is kept in the soul,
we are that silence
that is It becomes enormous
when it perversely roams
through our thoughts,
you are mine although in body
you do not belong to me,
but you belong to me in mind,
heart and soul,
every beat of your heart is mine,
you are tied to my lyrics
which make you lose your sanity
and reason,
for you I am that strange obsession,
we are a story
that stays in the darkness of a room
and is tattooed in the depths of the heart,
that story that cannot be told,
that is prohibited and that
should never be exhibited...
💙💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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