Strange World
Strange World
Whenever someone talks to you about love and
illusions and promises you everything under the
sun, if you remember me, don't mention my name,
because you will feel true love then.
If they want to know about your past - you will have
to tell them a lie. Tell them that you come from a
strange world. Tell them that you don't know how to
love, that you don't understand love and that you
have never cried.
Where ever I go - I will talk about your love, like a golden
dream. Forgetting the hurt, forgetting the pain - I will not
tell them - that your love made me a disgrace.
If they want to know about my past - i will have to tell
them another lie. I will tell them that I came from a strange
world, that I don't know of hurt, that I don't know of pain,
that I conqurered love and that I have never cried.
You will always be the the one and only love of my life, even
if you come from that strange world...
09/25/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013
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