Jesyca Noonan

A feeling no one can explain
Everyone wants it
Some won't comprehend it
The lucky will
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His body like heaven
his smile a haven

Face so bright
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Lies are what he told me
Lies are all he said
They hurt and sting
In that one special place
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A sacred thing (if you want it to be)
Always a suspicious thing
We focus too much on this thing called life
When maybe we should just be happy we have this wonderful thing
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Sadness
happiness
opposites some say
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We all have an escape
A place to hide away
When the world becomes too much
We meet in our secret hideouts
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