You know I still say goodnight.
Even when we had that big fight.
Cause your the love of my life,
It's like a big sharp knife.
Someone stabs you and turns it around,
You bleed and cry and fall to the ground.
And they tell you 'I told you.'
And you know it's true.
But you're the love of my life,
And I would fall with that knife.
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
