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A baby bird had fallen out of it's nest His broken wing pinned against his chest, In the darkness of night The blonde girl had no sight, But could hear a noise under the ford beside the curb. She got her father to investigate He reached down into the gutter by the tailgate, Surprising them it was a baby bird newly hatched His left wing needing to be patched, She loved him. They named him Curby for where he was found Weeks later the poor thing still weighed less than a pound, Her father promised it would be fine But three days later the girl came home to find the bird had died. Five years later the girl is thirteen Lost without her friends  the world is mean, Her old friends were at a different school Life was cruel, But then she met him. He lets her forget about all of the pain She gets lost in his deep brown eyes He was the only one who didn't treat her love as a game With him she never cries. Three years later he is just a memory
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
What is love
A baby bird had fallen out of it's nest His broken wing pinned against his chest, In the darkness of night The blonde girl had no sight, But could hear a noise under the ford beside the curb. She got her father to investigate He reached down into the gutter by the tailgate, Surprising them it was a baby bird newly hatched His left wing needing to be patched, She loved him. They named him Curby for where he was found Weeks later the poor thing still weighed less than a pound, Her father promised it would be fine But three days later the girl came home to find the bird had died. Five years later the girl is thirteen Lost without her friends  the world is mean, Her old friends were at a different school Life was cruel, But then she met him. He lets her forget about all of the pain She gets lost in his deep brown eyes He was the only one who didn't treat her love as a game With him she never cries. Three years later he is just a memory
I was listening to  No Love by Eminem  when I wrote this that's why the tittle is what is love.  Yeah I dunno I was bored.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
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