Dreaded

This pen has never ever loved me
My heart bleeds and it instantly obeys me
It understands my mysterious brain more than me
Not sure whether that’s saving or killing me
I have made many mistakes Delilah my cupcake
But you were the only one I willingly chose to make
As much as I really wish it were not true
I was a saint to Israel but the bad guy to you
As a moth is drawn to a fire so was I to you
I think I saw too much and that’s why I fell for you
Then they gouged them out and I still ached for you
What is life’s worth if it’s not something to die for?
It’s not just for Israel but you that I also died for

Samson šŸ“–āœšŸ¾šŸ‡®šŸ‡±

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