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Number One

Well this is the first,

and its gonna be fun.

Couldn't think of a title,

So I'll just call it Number One.

Its about a girl,

if im the bullet she's the gun.

 

Been putting this off,

lack of motivation is to blame.

But now i realize,

this is no longer a game.

 

I'm in love with this girl.

 

She is my sword,

and I'm her shield.

Only one I'd trust by my side,

on the Battlefield.

 

Called life...

Down the road,

I think I'd call her my wife.

Love so hot it would cut butter

no knife...

 

She would make it a home,

my bachelor pad.

I feel this strongly,

despite the words from my dad.

 

See we just hit a bump,

in this road of strong emotion.

A love without logic,

such a strange notion.

 

Its like time is moving slow,

are we moving a bit fast?

I want our love to grow,

I want this love to last.

I have to let go,

of my mistakes from the past.

 

Spilled milk,

Broken art.

One thing I forgot..

I should have known from the start...

There is no logic..

Once I have her heart.

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jay-mance
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May 14, 2012
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