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On its crystal lines...
Ball of fire...
I see your worth
There was a time I would tell you
all that ached inside...
Soon the man you choose
Wipe your tiring eyes...
I closed my eyes not to see
But pain burnt...
I needed my freedom
For me to have it all back...
Writers sometimes don't have the voice
They used a pen instead.
Never to unlove, never to regret.
all of your doubt that you should forget.
When you Love forget about what you could get.
But a pure Love you could truly give.
Talking to much do not always reflects on intelligence sometimes it is criticism.
by Kitty Cat Lady