forgive and help me

Поэзия Седого Мальчика
Love, love, love.
What's the reason for it?
Love, love, love.
What can't we all admit?

Love, love, love.
We're submerged in this mess.
Love, love, love.
Our feelings we try to repress.

Love, love, love.
Is it me? Maybe you?
Love, love, love.
Why am I so-so blue?

Love, love, love.
There's no ending to this.
Love, love, love.
There's no actual bliss.

Love, love, love.
Only torture and pain.
Love, love, love.
Over and over, again and again.

Love, love, love.
It is better than drugs and wine.
Love, love, love.
It's so ugly, yet so divine.

Love, love, love?
Was it really what it was trying to be?
Love or passion with lust?
God, I'm begging forgive and help me.
25.08.2017


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