I Love You
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I love you.
You might as well know.
I didnt want it to be true.
But all the butterfly crap,
That's real.
I used to pride myself
On my indifference.
Yet here I am,
A dribbling fool
In a puddle at your feet,
Lamenting to the wind,
"Oh! Love is woe,
And woe is me!"
And I find now,
Much to my dismay,
That under all the big talk,
And rolling eyes,
I'm just a girl.
And you're just a boy.
But of course you're not.
And I love you,
You might as well know.
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