There goes my heart again,
Now I need to start and run,
I end up in pain and ruin all the fun.
Minutes after the fact,
I lose control,
Do I always use this act?
Yes. Since then my heart hasn't been whole.
Why does my heart play tricks on me?
Can't I play my own way?
Is this how it's going to be,
Every !#%+^\ night and day?
They can't see me crying,
I hide under my smile,
Do they know I've been dying; it's been awhile,
Somedays I get too close, but still so far away,
Just thinking about it makes me freeze;
I guess my love will come someday....
Yeah.. I might write love poems,
And maybe they are true,
Love can be deadly as venom,
Especially if the one you like, doesn't like you.
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The Girl With The Gift
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