Arrogance.
I choke on my last words,
for your solemn love is my untouchable curse;
of which I am inclined to fall in love with.
I write your name in the stars,
so I can see you in my dreams at night,
in which I sleep so arrogantly, for I rest in vain.
Yet you choose to still love me,
to be or not to be;
completely over-bitten.
Its who you are that tells the world
what you've written...
for your solemn love is my untouchable curse;
of which I am inclined to fall in love with.
I write your name in the stars,
so I can see you in my dreams at night,
in which I sleep so arrogantly, for I rest in vain.
Yet you choose to still love me,
to be or not to be;
completely over-bitten.
Its who you are that tells the world
what you've written...
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