Thank You,
for giving me the best times of my life,
i wanted to make you my wife,
cause you made a genius out of love's fool,
i wish i could absorb your pain,
and be your shield,
even if the bullets seem to rain,
all the negative in your life would be repealed,
you what happened when are hearts meet,
sky high town,
lovers street,
we could never come down,
but our love was like glass broken on a walkway,
and the lights flickering,
we seem to step on them all day,
so here comes the bickering,
the honeymoon is way past over,
so when it rains it doesnt pour,
its washes us over,
pushes us to the outside, and love closes it door,
i know that this may come off confusing,
or abusing,
but remember when we thought we couldnt fall,
now it seems we lost it all...
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