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jeff-decierdo
jeff-decierdo
What is love? No one yet everyone knows Is it pretty like a white dove Or harmful like an overdose It can be the most amazing thing Yet can make you feel worse than dying It can make you feel happier than a king Or you might end the night crying You might love one with everything Yet not moving a stone The pain of what love can't bring Will make you moan. Love is when you know it doesn't matter What anyone thinks It can make your self respect shatter Just like strong drinks Love is when you keep the fake smile Because the tears will **** things up Love is going the extra mile Just so that you can break up? Give me the chance To live without love And I will give no glance This ****** life I will shove God made happiness Named it love Satan made crapiness Also named it love Our whole time we roam Wondering which is which And we come back home Realizing happiness is as rare as the snitch.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
What is love?
I saw her in school And I had this strange feeling She seemed so freaking cool Like she gave my life a meaning We never talked Just said hello And then away we walked My heart used to go all Jell-O And then one day she talked to me It was an amazing feeling She opened up and chatted with me It felt like I was dreaming She was very weird And I fell for her Her name across my brain smeared I couldn't help but stutter She was pretty And she thought a lot She was witty And I couldn't stare not She could make my day With just her smiles I wish we could go all the way Together a hundred miles But alas it all was just fake We could never have been a 'thing' Never would I see that wedding cake Nor that beautiful ring.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
I will never.
I miss the old times When I was a boy Who always shines With a lot of joy The time was fun I enjoyed it a lot Playing under the sun The things we talked Naughtiness then Would run in our blood We didn't have to use our pen Just play in the mud No work no stress 'Twas so good Could wear any dress I miss my childhood But now my life is a living hell And I wish I could go back again To my past which was so well So that I could drain my pain
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Childhood