This Love
This love story is so true That every tear I cry can fill an ocean blue
The love is real but There are no words to explain exactly how I feel
This love story is so new That I really don't know what to do Do I cry and bawl? Or do I just willingly fall?
This love story is so sweet it makes me tap my feet it makes me swing and sway in so many different ways
This love story is so cold that it shrivels up and becomes old.
This love story is so unneeded yet I still feed in. The lies the hate so much that my heart beaks.
This love story is so untrue that every tear I cry can fill an ocean blue.
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