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Ruins
Desire for the past loves, lust, and first love!
A pretty face better than all else seen!
Amygdala knows best, it's great desire!
In my heart and mind I am pulled,
being pulled even to tears,
For a truly perfect love is found only once.
In my hand is sand from the warmest beach,
The first rock of sand is the one I desire to keep,
Once dropped, can I ever find it again?
Her darkened skin, her wild personality, can it be matched?
Carefree, desired by the adults even at eleven,
She was taken by the immoral world.
Green drug, sex, she was gone before my mind reached my heart!
Save her, return her from the world, for I could not.
Saddness, my one regret, my biggest love,
Darkest secrets intertwine, all with her.
Creek of Depression, Cornfield of Blackness,
Return I must, one black day, to these country ruins.
A pretty face better than all else seen!
Amygdala knows best, it's great desire!
In my heart and mind I am pulled,
being pulled even to tears,
For a truly perfect love is found only once.
In my hand is sand from the warmest beach,
The first rock of sand is the one I desire to keep,
Once dropped, can I ever find it again?
Her darkened skin, her wild personality, can it be matched?
Carefree, desired by the adults even at eleven,
She was taken by the immoral world.
Green drug, sex, she was gone before my mind reached my heart!
Save her, return her from the world, for I could not.
Saddness, my one regret, my biggest love,
Darkest secrets intertwine, all with her.
Creek of Depression, Cornfield of Blackness,
Return I must, one black day, to these country ruins.
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