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Love battle
Two wounds, a bruise, a heart in half...
It's obvious that I am hurt
And all my tears are not enough
To wash your happy grin from dirt.
You brought me up and dragged me down.
Another fall is now routine
As I, barefooted, in a gown,
Lie beneath your feet and whin.
You gave me love by tiny crumbs
And asked for everything instead.
The direction of your thumbs
Could decide: alive or dead.
This battle has to go your way.
You take no prisoners, I know;
So, stop tormenting me this way.
Love me dear, or let me go.
