The Truth Always Comes Out Promises Made Promises Broken Measures of Our Demise Secrets of souls that rarely get spoken Pleasure's a thin disguise Dozens of ways Dozens of reasons Shielding our hearts from pain Riddles of romance That distance may yet explain Certain of nothing So fearful of love Nobody seems …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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