Love struck right through my chest.
And there it planted a seed.
No matter how much I protest,
It crept up and grew like a ****
It walked up when my back was turned.
How very unkind how very impolite,
It leads me only to get spurned.
And brings with it lonely a night.
Oh why did love do such a thing?
It likes to pick on me, love does.
Did it have to pluck each heart string?
But for the best it truly was.
For if love had decided not to creep at all,
I might have decidedly turned away,
I might never’ve taken down my wall.
Sneaky love has given me a chance today.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
Love struck right through my chest.
And there it planted a seed.
No matter how much I protest,
It crept up and grew like a ****
It walked up when my back was turned.
How very unkind how very impolite,
It leads me only to get spurned.
And brings with it lonely a night.
Oh why did love do such a thing?
It likes to pick on me, love does.
Did it have to pluck each heart string?
But for the best it truly was.
For if love had decided not to creep at all,
I might have decidedly turned away,
I might never’ve taken down my wall.
Sneaky love has given me a chance today.