Dice

thorns that wrap around your life, they prick you with endless, bleeding love. they say that when you are in love , beauty exposes itself to you. why was it hidden in the first place? to dance with fire is to get burned with danger. the same is true with love, take some and give some... be careful you may get lost in the push and shove. i saw in his eyes, no truth. but in his voice was the love for all the things, i thought the stars must have fallen from the sky. his beauty is untouchable, i dont have the nerve to ask why. so while i sit and dream of that perfect love, i sit and my heart starts to bleed. because i can only dream of touching that fire and not getting burned, here i go again , i roll the dice...its my turn.

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