we stand in the middle of wonderful memories
before the blames come in
and the flames begin
we're just be the colonies

conquered by ego
ignoring all sympathy
and having no charity
in preventing heart to go

I beg you now
one, twice, and more
until you know
that I need more

my heart chose you
to be my unintended love

1 comments:

Unknown mengatakan...

The wonderful memories and what is retained, you feel the sense of it. friv 3

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