A Fallen Love

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When it rains it pours on innocent eyes

As she says "Love" with a lying tongue

A dress she wears that bleeds of lies

She takes my breath away, a dying lung

Her touch is a gift from death

I fall in love with no intentions of getting up

My heart begins to race a winless race to catch my breath

To my mistake, for a devil's love is not a drink that can be easily cupped.

The devil lies because the devil knows how to love.