1-20-11
Cuz it's like she's got the stars in her pocker and the moon on a string.
She's the girl who does't let anything get to her,
who held her head high.
The girl who never worried about being in love,
Until the say that she met him, "love" was only a word that she never learned to
pronounce.
She may be confused about alot of things in her life, but she knows the only time
she's truely happy is when she's with him.
Cuz he is the color of love.
Copyright © Macey Close | Year Posted 2011
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