Tainted Love.

Kiss my bruised lips,
Sitting next to me in the corner of a bar,
All I could hear was your breathing,
Which drowned out the crowd,
As I felt wanted by you,
Just one more time.

The rings on my hands matching your own,
Dressed all in black,
Your favourite colour,
I am the image you desired,
But did not want to love.

Hurry up and leave,
To comfort my despair,
Remove the thoughts which I can,
Sink my fangs of love into,
Before I rip them apart with my delusions.

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