Maybe it was my heart of a chicken or my soul of a ghost
That made me always look at him and just get lost.
With his beauty and grace ,
Oh The popular guy ,
everytime would captivate you with his embrace.
First he'd call you "mine",
Then he'd wait for the time
To live behind a heart blooded like wine.
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Love Poems
Poetry"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it"-Nicholas Sparks
