I die, she lives 



from the moment i entrust my heart
she started to do the art 
of tearing it apart
i don’t know when she starts
the girl who sips the lust
of my masculinity and bust
bites my lips almost on burst 
is now a memory of my past
with the virginity i gave
there’s nothing left saved
there’s nothing more to have
i die, she lives

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