Lovers Please man your stations.
This a battle that is coming from
your heart and head.
Instead you want to battle it
out with nasty words that your
never should of said.
Mr. Lover oh come to make my might mares
into dreams.
Turn my dream of you and I holding hand in
hand.
This Lovers battles that is in my head telling
me to run away and never come back.
TOO Late my heart is already attached
to the way you hold me, the way you kiss me
Oh please let this Battle in with you and I
TOGETHER.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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