a
woman can kill with so much
as
a
breath of love
a
woman
can kill with a look, love with an embrace
cry in the shade
a
woman
can kill with so much as a gentle touch
feel
the coldness of her arms, see the chill in her eyes
the
hate when she smiles, still she speaks of love
which
she
promissed but easily forgot
whatever
reason took her love, it wasn't completely lost
like
a
desease some of it never leaves, a faint feeling remains
disturbing in fact, 'cause it doesn;t rest
always
a
stir a movement is there
she
knows it all too well, leaves her in despair
'cause
strong the hate, it's done in passion, love its name
her
strenght weakening, comin in for the kill
close to total surrender
there
was
thunder
(c) JR.
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