Do we even know each other,
Once we're no longer under the covers?
Are we just creating sequels to a one night stand?
Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be lovers.
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
not meant to be
Do we even know each other,
Once we're no longer under the covers?
Are we just creating sequels to a one night stand?
Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be lovers.