Sami Wyatt

Love is gentle, fierce, and wild
Love is nothing reconciled
Love is what I feel for you
Madly and strongly
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My heart says to cry
While my mind holds in the tears
I cry as I write, my teardrops falling fast
Drip, drip, falling softly upon my pillow
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My pencil flies across the page like a bird soaring high in the sky
I don't have to think, I just have to write
The key to all problems, the answer to all questions
Are found when I am writing
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My phone lay silent and still on my bedside table
I lie on my back aching of either some physical ail or maybe just of sorrow
The large hot tears run down my swollen face
i know that you don't love me and that everything's a lie
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