I say;
My soul is untouched
They say my soul is buried
They say my love is conquered.
A touch should be soft as a feather
It should touch your heart
A kiss should be hot as a dragon
It should burn your soul
A bond should be hard as a frost
It should make you quiver.
Lost were those days
When a touch of the feather gave me goose bums
Lost were those days
When the kiss of the dragon seemed so hot
Lost were those days
When those bonds held me back.
I fell into the deep water
Lost in the depth
Floating with the waves
While being washed on to the shore
I crept into the crimson bottle
Then together we float
Ahead of you to be found.
~ Prinzie
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