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I don’t think your soul
Is capable of being dark as my own
Even when you start showing similar traits
In just a few hours you knew me couple dates
Named me
The black queen
Cause never revealed no feeling
Never left an impression but still made a killing
You said my eyes show all the pain I’ve been hiding
That my heart is a home to darkness and that’s where hate is residing
That’s why I keep contradicting myself constant inter-fighting
Like me loving one night stands that involve candle burns and shoulder biting
Back scratches
And a hint of humour patches
That I’m too inhumane I fit the profile of a masochist
But you enjoy the wild me since you never resist
All the temptation that comes with my lost heart
Cold hands and soft lips
No hesitation still when your caress spree starts
On my face and back neck with your warmly finger tips
I’m your dark queen
Remember that’s what you named me.

 

◄ A Kid

Depression Love ►

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