One, two,
I was in love with you,
Three, four,
But you wanted more,
Five, six,
We were once romantics,
Seven, eight,
But now you're filled with hate,
Nine, ten,
I might never love again.
Eleven, twelve,
I will forever delve,
Thirteen, fourteen,
Till I figure out why you built a screen,
Fifteen, sixteen,
The reason you quit being so keen,
Seventeen, eighteen,
Why our spark faded till it was unseen,
Nineteen, twenty,
How your love left me empty,
Because all I've got now is my music,
And poetry.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
One, two,
I was in love with you,
Three, four,
But you wanted more,
Five, six,
We were once romantics,
Seven, eight,
But now you're filled with hate,
Nine, ten,
I might never love again.
Eleven, twelve,
I will forever delve,
Thirteen, fourteen,
Till I figure out why you built a screen,
Fifteen, sixteen,
The reason you quit being so keen,
Seventeen, eighteen,
Why our spark faded till it was unseen,
Nineteen, twenty,
How your love left me empty,
Because all I've got now is my music,
And poetry.
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