Everyone is always talking about the ones with bling.
But, is it the real diamond ring?
Or is it just a fling?
Everyone wants the real thing but doesn't want to work for it.
Too afraid to miss or score.
And we make our lives a bore.
Then, we're waiting for the next high.
To watch our lives pass us by.
That's why we cry.
When people die, because truly we tried.
We gave our lives up for the fight.
But, we still wanna feel alive.
One day, we'll all find the real thing.
Maybe not today or tomorrow.
But, when we do there will be no more sorrow.
Everyone is always talking about the ones with the bling.
But, baby me and you, we've got the real thing
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stars☆| irwin [# Watty's '15]
Short Story"the stars in the sky are just a mere image of what the galaxies look like. but when I look into your eyes I can see everything." a story in which the girl tells the boy through poems about her love for him. @paulswalker credit for the story idea an...
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