They say it's what you make,
I say it's up to fate.
It's woven in my soul;
I need to let you go.
Your eyes, they shine so bright;
I want to save their light.
I can't escape this now,
Unless you show me how.
When you feel my heat,
look into my eyes.
Don't get too close,
it's dark inside;
It's where my demons hide.
........
Too much emotions inside; I blame PMS and the general distaste for this month. I need change; so I changed. On the surface at least.
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