Cleopatra
I need some time alone with my own thoughts
Cause it’s more artistic than Mona Lisa’s portrait,
Love has no secret, but we had our own
Good mourning to our love,
It’s haunting me at night,
It’s wanting me to fight
For you,
I’ve been throwing stones to a glass house,
And ask to fix it...
I’ve been blowing smoke...
I’m causing sickness and weakness
To a weakened heart,
It needs band-aids and stitches to fix the broken parts...
•••••
This winter, don’t get so cold on me, embrace my pain.
I’ll water your flower every summer...
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