What do they know about our heart beat?
what do they know about the passion that
lay within our heart?
they were not there when we had our first kiss.
They ain't know the joy
that flow when we smile
at each other..
They were living in fantasies when we took
the road full of torns, scream at each other, then have a make up sex.
Still they ain't know of the peace we swim in when we lay within each other hands..
So what make think they can tear us apart?
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