Like a metaphor, only resembling love
Like a metaphor, we didn’t call it what is was
Our feelings blinded rational thought
We called it love, though it was not
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Calling fights passion proving there was life
Sitting there in silence with tension and a knife
Truth is that I loved you before I saw you change
Love is unconditional a lie we both exchanged
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Our love was just a metaphor but representing what?
Captives, killers, corpses, Carnal clever cuts?
Unaware and unafraid of what lies in store
Prey and not the predator, we are the metaphor
Lost Cartographers 
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