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Our love


Our love is first class Sit down and take a glass Come and drench in the past Long convos never cease to last on the phone past 12 Will we ever go to bed? Couldn't say goodnight Knowing in my head I'd see you in my dreams Glowing beyond the seams Passion streaming in beams Hand holding Close and tight Hold it tighter Close out the light Make my hand your refuge Grab it when your scared Grab it when you care Grab it, but don't stare Smack talking floats around We don't seem to care In our own bubble No ones anywhere Only you and I Eye to eye Heart to heart Thigh to thigh Sharing one heartbeat Rhythmic melody You can't hit high keys But yet we still make harmony Disagreements turn to fights Smiles drop down 10 flights Constant disapproval Can I ever get it right Still you hold on To my hand so tight So close So right Again the cycle continues Constant brawls, same old news This once, "perfect couple" Now mediocre individuals You have your opinion I have my visuals Slowly slipping down to deep I lost my grip on reality My feet have sunk My heart has too Along came our love Did we even have a clue of what to do? No love no less The only hate able to posses Is towards myself For making you love me less Losing my best friend Losing my lover Looking for broken? You'll see me on the cover But yet I remember That one phrase "All you can do is Wait and Hope" Which is why I stand here today
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libbyglove

Some like it simple, some like it sweet. Either way it goes, I'll still be me. Been rollin' on the river of love for quite some time now, but it seems my boats about to go down. Funny thing is, I'm in here alone, and I'm staring at my reflection, while I contemplate my home. It seems I am alone on this dark rolling sea, which started as a flower, but now is stinging like a bee. My words are not simple, they aren't tranquil, they may be brash, but if you aren't careful you'll find your soul strangled in my clasp.

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