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Love's a prickly thorn bush in a field of sunflowers It's bittersweet, And boy, can it leave scars, But in time, wounds can heal, my dear friend I thought we were both hopelessly in "love", while you were preying on another, now I realize I was just hopelessly hopeless for you And I'm much smarter than to fall for a silly boy who can't be bothered to wait until I'm ready Don't think you can fool me again, My heart is beating to the beat of my mind now, which you no longer occupy, Instead of walking through the bush of thorns, I simply try and walk around them straight into the heart of love, Real and true love
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
The Pathway
Love's a prickly thorn bush in a field of sunflowers It's bittersweet, And boy, can it leave scars, But in time, wounds can heal, my dear friend I thought we were both hopelessly in "love", while you were preying on another, now I realize I was just hopelessly hopeless for you And I'm much smarter than to fall for a silly boy who can't be bothered to wait until I'm ready Don't think you can fool me again, My heart is beating to the beat of my mind now, which you no longer occupy, Instead of walking through the bush of thorns, I simply try and walk around them straight into the heart of love, Real and true love
meg-howell
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
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