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My heart is tainted,
Stained by the dyes of affection
Or is it possession?
I wish you wouldn't look into my soul
With cold eyes,
It makes me feel naked
Even though you don't really see me.

A wish,
A dream of mine;
If only I were good
At at doing what you told me to;
Perhaps it'd be like the old days
Before I felt myself slipping away.

Your way of caring
Leaves fingerprints on my brain,
And takes the air from my lips.
Wondering though days and nights
I've wanted to know how
You feel you've made me whole
Though my truth is chipped away.

I've burned my own villages
And let my castle be ravaged by the enemy,
And yet when you touch my hand
It's all once again ablaze
Rewound like a tape in it's player;
And put on repeat.

Is this love?