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Like a cup of warm coffee Kept on his table from long, He takes a sip from me As he kills a little piece of my heart Every time he does. He then keeps the cup away. I long for him, hurt, For just one more sip, One more kiss, One more time together. "I promise I'll forget you," I lie. He gives it a thought, Reminiscing the last kiss. Bitter. He refuses. Another chance? He reconsiders. Our lips meet yet again... And while he takes the sip gently, Taking in all of me slowly, Killing a part of me as he does, I know it is not over Because after a little while I'd ask for another chance, He'd comply. I'd call it love, Knowing very well That someday the coffee will be cold, He will move on to another Cup of warm coffee Probably not as bitter As my so-called love.

Let's play with fire tonight set our dreams on flight relive all the memories all that's gone out of sight Lets play with fire tonight ditch the lull of the night make new memories let the lost love ignite Let's play with fire tonight do all the things that incite mess about in those memories memories of that amorous night Let's play with fire tonight for we know it will burn bright pieces of the torn memories and nothing will ever be alright

We pretend so perfectly that nothing happened, but hell yes, it was a wild night.. and it's fun to see nobody knew.. even the stars didn't see it too.. and in the woods we stayed till late.. wrapped in your arms, 'twas a date.. and yes, it was that wild night.. and we don't know each other today.. and the moon pretends he didn't hear.. the sounds of pleasure that were made.. showering those kisses of lust.. and we pretend we know not what love is,.. and the smell of the flowers that bloomed that night reminds me so much of you tonight but all I know is, it wasn't love.. all it was, just another wild night... ;-)