Over And Over And Over

You talk about I love it coming back and when it ever, never should it must. That rage within, upon my brow it grows. From each vow I gave, you threw them back. Stronger now and makes your, why my curse. The look unlike sweet lotus black astride it sits here wide across my stark and moody face. It once, it was each mask I wore for you, for all. A flower white so bright and tall so neat and trim. I, my need for bars of silver trim, each word you spoke was gold my bed, I loved. My mind, your voice, my love, your hate mistrust my tree, your deepest need, I have to cut you off. The magic blood deep rivers flowed you watched. With your greedy eyes, I made it grow for you, deep inside to show my love, and long my dark regrets. I planted seeds and grew some heady weeds, I read.