What Love Really Is

by Danitza   Oct 22, 2005


Whenever you tell me you love me, I feel weak
My conscience comes out and I cannot even speak
Every lie is making my heart sink lower and lower
Until I reach the point I feel the dagger go through my heart
Then, only then, I feel free to fly away
And I can finally love without hurting

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