Dear heart, you make me
happy if there's something
you appreciate and welcome
and in any favorable
occasion.
But it hurts so much when
somebody displease you.
Your kindness is mistaken of
your care.
Always fault finding you,
although how much you help
him and care for him
You have no place in his
heart because loathing is his
business
Yes, do what you want on me
I am ready to accept your
hurting words if that
accusation will make you
happy. I must swallow your
displeasure of my poor thing.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
Dear heart, you make me
happy if there's something
you appreciate and welcome
and in any favorable
occasion.
But it hurts so much when
somebody displease you.
Your kindness is mistaken of
your care.
Always fault finding you,
although how much you help
him and care for him
You have no place in his
heart because loathing is his
business
Yes, do what you want on me
I am ready to accept your
hurting words if that
accusation will make you
happy. I must swallow your
displeasure of my poor thing.
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