Pleasurable pain
Painful pleasure
Press your lips to mine
Yes, make me ache
For what I cannot have
Say that you love me
It’s a dream, it’s a lie
I know... I don’t care-
Tonight is for pleasure
Tomorrow I’ll face the pain

Pleasurable pain Painful pleasure Press your lips to mine Yes, make me ache For what I cannot have Say that you love me It’s a dream, it’s a lie I know... I don’t care- Tonight is for pleasure Tomorrow I’ll face the pain |
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=lelekelley
This poem really hits home for me.
Good work.
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The soul: "when it breathes through [man's] intellect, it is genius; when it breathes through his will, it is virtue; when it flows through his affection, it is love."
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Morgana
well expressed.
ViNce
Peace,
Vash5b5
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