(written whilst listening to:
Carrie Underwood – Before He Cheats)
Circle of life and the pain of love.
Never taken seriously
not in the eyes of love.
Loved by those around you,
but not by the heavens above.
Angel isn't my style -
I'm too hellish for heaven.
But the want of another,
takes you to sins of seven.
Greedy for their love
lusting for the touch.
The taste of a beautiful stranger
will never be enough.
Humanity yearns
for its own kind.
Grabbing at the hurt,
to which we choose to be blind.
Love is a terrible thing, but we need it, so:
Love is the worst of us,
but guides our hearts to know.
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