A vision of Love wearing boxing gloves and singing hearts and flowers.
A girl strides beside the image, wearing riding boots and sunglasses.
She stamps, she rides the moment.
She stole my ticking heart.
A bomb ready to explode with the slightest expose.
And she stole yours.
A thousand eyes smoulder with jealousy.
I dress my face in stone.
We can't go back.
A girl strides beside the image, wearing riding boots and sunglasses.
She stamps, she rides the moment.
She stole my ticking heart.
A bomb ready to explode with the slightest expose.
And she stole yours.
A thousand eyes smoulder with jealousy.
I dress my face in stone.
We can't go back.
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lovely images you convey with words... it sounds strange, but jealousy is one of my favorite feelings... anger and love at the same time.
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