A hearts Quarrel
His love is like a knife.
It causes sweet pain.
Leaving deep wounds
that only I can see.
His kiss is like a thorn.
Sharp, only leaving me wanting
more.
Beat pulsing blood runs down my lip.
I try to fight his hold on me.
My heart tells me to take him
back.
Only my brain can save me
from my hearts stupidity.
It causes sweet pain.
Leaving deep wounds
that only I can see.
His kiss is like a thorn.
Sharp, only leaving me wanting
more.
Beat pulsing blood runs down my lip.
I try to fight his hold on me.
My heart tells me to take him
back.
Only my brain can save me
from my hearts stupidity.