She loves romantic movies so much,
she loves to see what she'll never see for real.
Even with a warm smile and sweet touch,
how can she be sure of how this guy really feel.
So, she keeps away,
and when she met him she had a fear.
What if he didn't stay,
and what if he did but wasn't sencere.
Anyways, she fell,
he was as amazing as the moon and the sun entwine.
Under his spell,
she responded with till i die to the question, mine?
And she's so in love with him till now,
and she hopes well and she tries so hard.
She writes so that he knows some how,
so that he understands and feels her heart.
If he's ever astray from who she is,
felt nostalgic to the way she used to be.
These words will take away the weirdness,
through these words she'll say, this is me.
She says that men are bad news,
but you are some thing else out ofthis world.
She will share your mirth and blues,
she's so happy and grateful for being your girl.
All the things she loved about you and all she hated,
makes her wish you well, makes her love you more.
But she says that love is overrated,
love was so uncalled for
She met and knew people who can be,
better with her than the way you are but.
She thinks highly and proudly of thee,
you are her life and all that she's got.
Love is overrated for it's uniqueness,
love was uncalled for because she was never prepared.
She's crazy but she can bring happiness,
dancing to the rythem of life with feathers in her hair
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