Love

by mary   Jul 21, 2008


Love it sits in your heart without thinking twice it makes you belive that everything is right and everything else is right out of sight you become a fool to be use like a tool and deep inside you know that love is cruel you deal with the pain and agony only to be confronted by reality love is bueatiful but damm it hurts you lay in bed all alone trying to figure out where did you go wrong you start to listen to slow songs and you cry and you feel like you are going to die noone could make you feel better but time.

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