Raw Love
I feel joy in my heart just byhearing you speak
your lip move as you paint a picture each week
a vivid picture that you can hear and feel
sometimes cocky, amused, or mad
sometimes you even kill
your words that can rise up or push them to hell
A voice that can cast any spell
a laugh that makes you feel that the world is great
but I don't like that laugh that follows by hate
I can fall for that guy who can misbehave
and convince you to not care because of that smile on his face
I am captured by that evil smile you can make
I feel joy in my heart just by hearing you speak
but now it scares me as well after everyother week
I don't see you as much as I used to before
and your words are exspressing you are bored
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