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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Make Love Right

Lonely in cold rainy Seattle night air Missing someone inside this phone I stare

Afraid of something creeping up on me Love is better than being sentient-free

I'm saddened by how fragile we are It hurts me to know that we die afar

I miss all of you like children you adore I feel your pain, your fears, till heaven's door

Burden by my love for you I want out of this I cannot handle the pain of your shallowness

Lonely mind unsubdued by nature tonight Let us forget about it and make love right

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