There's a sorrow for every season,
When you're a target for love's treason.
The bittersweet and twist that's raw,
There is no love without the fall.
Love is gory; tears at the heart,
Never pauses at the start.
You may vow to skip the pain.
One day, you'd die to love again.

In the springtime, love is young.
In the summer, burns in the sun.
In the autumn, hearts may ache.
In the winter, hearts will break.
Once a hopeful, spry young man
Has been haggard by love's hand,
He may vow to skip the pain.
One day, he'd die to love again.

I'll make you a doll of clay;
I'll fire it and paint it for you.
You can love the doll or break it.
Take the doll instead of me,
so if the doll gets broken I'd still be okay.

i'm reading through our messages from the past three days
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i'm falling for you
and i know i'm going to regret it sooner or later
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whenever i hear your voice
or that name of yours
my insides cramp,
and i find myself lighting another menthol cigarette,
once again realizing that it’s much sweeter than you ever were

As a toddler I learned the right from wrong. "But not love".
   As a a child I learned, my abc's." But not love".
In my teens I learned how to lie,drink and steal." But not love."
As an adult I learned responsibility." But not love."
Now that Im much older I learned how to love..
I found god.
And now "I feel loved".....