Oh,
but i know
i reap what i sow
and i tend to overthrow
the love i'll ever know.
i promise i'll grow,
i'll never stay low,
i'm going as fast as an arrow,
down a road oh so narrow.
i took a blow,
faced my own show,
painful glow,
no?
i really love you, though.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:20 AM UTC
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