My mother warned about falling in love
I came home that day smelling like your sweatshirt and the cigarettes you smoke
We all knew I had fallen to deep and that I had to take the pain
A week later I come home with mascara running down my face and smelling like fire
My mother looked at me with that sad smile
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PoetryMy mother told me about falling in love, and that you have to be carefully But that day I came home with a smile on my face smelling like you sweatshirt and the cigarette you smoke I knew right then and there that I have already fallen to deep, and...
