love is a fickle thing to hold, ever present ever silent it stand in the back of one's heart
If you think it's gone you're wrong, it is there sitting still in the back of your mind waiting for a memento to spark that quickened heartbeat
Love betrays you
Because it is honest, it cannot lie
Because love is the only truth we have no matter how much you might fight it
So be true to it, and with that you will be true to yourself
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
love is a fickle thing to hold, ever present ever silent it stand in the back of one's heart
If you think it's gone you're wrong, it is there sitting still in the back of your mind waiting for a memento to spark that quickened heartbeat
Love betrays you
Because it is honest, it cannot lie
Because love is the only truth we have no matter how much you might fight it
So be true to it, and with that you will be true to yourself
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