Love
Before you, I did not care
about the way I looked, the style of my hair
Life was good, life was okay
then you came, and got in the way
My parents did not warn of this type of attacking
but, I guess they cannot preach on what they weren't packing
You blinded me, but now I see
what I really felt was meant to be
More than a person, ot just a place
but all equally felt like a slap in the face
I did not need to have these feelings
life use to be so much easier dealing
I'd give my heart and soul today
to think of nothing but where to play
My tears consist of slug and boys
when they only should be shed for toys
I can't believe I let this happen
this big red bulge just keeps on tappan
All of my thoughts cease to erase
I now see what corrupts the human race..
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