A Thing Called Love
Do you remember, do you see,
that night in december, when you ran to me,
your blood shot eyes, your quivering lungs,
nothing was certain, of what was to come,
you gave your heart, your gentle soul,
you left your mark, and took your toll,
you left me empty, a broken wreck,
a devastation a symbol of what was left,
so take your time in finding one,
because heres my story of a broken home,
a long lost heart a wounded soul,
a walking survivor of a thing called love.
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