She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
<3
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