Our love used to be so golden,
so sweet and so pure.
Your touch on my skin
used to be so soft,
so healing.
And those lips,
they used to have lust written all over them.

But now our love is regret and sadness,
a trap.
And your touch doesn’t heal anymore,
it hurts.
And I can’t go,
’cause you have me wrapped around your finger.
You have me wrapped so tight
that I can hardly breathe.

I don’t think I love you anymore.

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