Treasure Island

Greggi Leano


Love Letter


This ain't a love letter,
things between us just gets even better,
like roast chicken with melted butter,
this aint a love letter.

I like it when we show our care for each other,
I like it when we share our smile to each other,
I tell you, this ain't a love letter,
like the controversies of the great Alexander.

Even though I force my heart to,
Even though I always want to,
I just can't make me feel the way i want it to be,
This ain't a love letter.

For i only have four fifth of my time remaining,
for i can still see you shining,
for until the day when the world see me dying,
This ain't a love letter.

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2008
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