Young hearts
mold together under mistle arc
The beginning is always perfect
initial love always feels stark
As time progresses
and they lay in park
Just like the dogs around
they too begin to bark
To each other become weary
no longer holding that precious spark
They grow tired of each others company
and push their love into the dark
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Young hearts
mold together under mistle arc
The beginning is always perfect
initial love always feels stark
As time progresses
and they lay in park
Just like the dogs around
they too begin to bark
To each other become weary
no longer holding that precious spark
They grow tired of each others company
and push their love into the dark
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