Merry Go Round
Like an endless turn,
Our love goes nowhere.
The passion it burns
In this sordid affair.
Skin drenched with sweat,
Strange fluids come inside.
I feel a little upset
Whenever our bodies collide.
Wishing I could hold you tight,
Every time you’re near by my side.
Falling in love with you I can’t fight,
But my feelings they often lie.
Your memory they keep me spellbound.
But I’ll keep holding your hand on the merry go round.
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