Kill me not with your love’s gentle embrace
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Kill me not with your love’s gentle embrace, For it brings both solace and torment to my heart. Your touch, a sweet poison, in this endless chase, Leads me astray, tearing my soul apart.
In your eyes, I find a glimmer of hope, But it fades swiftly, lost in the shadows of doubt. Love’s dagger strikes deep, tangled in love’s tightrope, Binding me to you, unable to break free, without.
Your words, like honey, drip from your tender lips, Yet they leave scars, invisible, but etched deep within. For in this twisted dance, my heart slowly slips, Lost in the labyrinth of desire and sin.
Though your love may be a beautiful lie, I cannot resist its allure, its painful pleasure. It’s a bittersweet symphony, a soulful cry, A paradoxical bliss that I cannot measure.
So, spare me not, but release me from this spell, Let me breathe, let me find peace in my own fate. For in your love’s prison, I am bound to dwell, Yearning for freedom, yet tethered by love’s weight.
Kill me not with your love, I beg of thee, Let me live, though love’s wounds may never heal. For only in freedom can my spirit truly be free, Embracing a love that is real, honest, and real.
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