"love"
noun: a feeling of affection (that is supposed to make you feel good, apparently).
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Lips of fire,
Finger tips crafted with ice,
Not a trace of sugar,
Honey, you're all spice.
Burning me up,
Then chilling me to my spine,
They warned me about you,
But I thought I'd be fine.
So I went into battle,
Completely armed and walls built high,
Then you came along and,
Broke them down with only a "Hi".
Your lingering gaze made me shudder,
Your laugh made my knees weak,
Honey, you made me so nervous,
That I could barely speak.
But here's something I'd like to confess,
Whatever happened was only in a moment of weakness.
I'm not one to be shying away,
Even if you're going to be biting your lips that way.
I hope you've realised we were never meant to be,
No matter how pleasant the thought of it may seem,
So don't fret if you see me slowly backing out,
That's just how this "love" thing goes about.
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it's cliche, i apologise.
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