Pemberley Winter
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Game of three? I thought we're suppoused to be two,
I love you...but I can't share you.
Us is special, us is what makes my life run.
I'm not ready to kiss another lips...I'm not ready to see you escape from me
This ménage á trois isn't what I picked for.
This story was meant to be love.
This story was ready to be something.
I got no warning, I must think.
Hesitating is not my thing, but I do not want to lose you.
wait....are you still worth it?.
Can't live with them ...I do not want to share.
You might called me selfish...but this is not a game.
When bodies touch....they make one skin.
Their eyes looked at each other...they are for one another.
He will look her, she would look me...but I'm not ready to look again.
ménage á trois is not my thing. You may say I'm stupid.
But it is just not for me.
I don't know why everyone is so keen of this.
In what time are we?.
Does love still exist?.
It was my fault, I was humilliated.
I shall find something new. Something which is light up.
Something that tells me that a ménage á trois is not the way special things are done.
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Pemberley Winter
I Know what you are...You're gonna be bad for my bussines..I can realize that.
I love you...but I can't share you.
Us is special, us is what makes my life run.
I'm not ready to kiss another lips...I'm not ready to see you escape from me
This ménage á trois isn't what I picked for.
This story was meant to be love.
This story was ready to be something.
I got no warning, I must think.
Hesitating is not my thing, but I do not want to lose you.
wait....are you still worth it?.
Can't live with them ...I do not want to share.
You might called me selfish...but this is not a game.
When bodies touch....they make one skin.
Their eyes looked at each other...they are for one another.
He will look her, she would look me...but I'm not ready to look again.
ménage á trois is not my thing. You may say I'm stupid.
But it is just not for me.
I don't know why everyone is so keen of this.
In what time are we?.
Does love still exist?.
It was my fault, I was humilliated.
I shall find something new. Something which is light up.
Something that tells me that a ménage á trois is not the way special things are done.
Copyrights reserved
Pemberley Winter
I Know what you are...You're gonna be bad for my bussines..I can realize that.