Love…
How did it happen ? When did it happen?
Did everyone except us see it coming ?
In our carefree days, it was fate that made us meet,
Two hearts searching for rhythm, oh what a treat,
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I don't want to talk about it.
You know I can't stand good byes
If i asked you to stay
would you take my hand in yours?
say you'll never leave me
I just need you to know
every day I wish I had said
all the words in my head.
My eyes hurt from staring at a
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Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
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There once was a little snail,
That wondered why It didn't have a proper tail,
She asked all those that passed her by
If there might be a rather simple reason why.
None proved to be that kind,
Which put her in an awful bind,
Until one fateful sunny day
She met a hare along the way.
My friend he said, looking awfully smug,
A tail Is something others often tug,
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Love…
How did it happen ? When did it happen?
Did everyone except us see it coming ?
In our carefree days, it was fate that made us meet,
Two hearts searching for rhythm, oh what a treat,
......
I feel my heart beating fast
me and my love alone at last.
we slowly climbed onto the bed
I can't repeat the words i said.
she grabbed my hand to pull me near
a simple whisper in my ear.
I placed a kiss upon her lips
as both her hands clench my hips.
down my sides run her finger nails
she knows full well, it never fails.
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I wish would this plain hatred disappear.
Wish I would trust his boasting,
But, inherently tainted hype by one’s
Self-mending external validating.
I currently feel as literally if
Maggots are eating through my stomach wall
I never complain about her,
Call at her scratching 3d stickers,
Yet I find a falling to attack
Accumulating my true action in my words.
......
There once was a little snail,
That wondered why It didn't have a proper tail,
She asked all those that passed her by
If there might be a rather simple reason why.
None proved to be that kind,
Which put her in an awful bind,
Until one fateful sunny day
She met a hare along the way.
My friend he said, looking awfully smug,
A tail Is something others often tug,
......