Love is such a blissful thing
Beautiful as the scenic of moonlight
And sweet as the fruitful juices
Love is the light in the dark
When you're sad, it brings comfort.
Love is a beautiful thing
It knows when you're break and sobber inside
Even if you are trying hard not to show it
Without deceitful, love is truly beautiful
All the smiles and unending laughters
All the cares and total monitoring
The reassuring glance that only lovers knows
In the Winters and the blossom summers.
Love is such a blissful things,
That comfort a solitary being,
And cares when know one does.
It never hate and give no room for Boredom.
Love is fearless,
Fearless as the rivers that flows freely
Love is sweet and attentive.
Love is beautiful,
To make love that doesn't despair.
Love is a beautiful thing.
Can You Feel What I Feel?
Feel the pain I see In me.
No matter how hard, you just can't see.
The pain is dangerous, ready to go off.
Forget that you think I'm soft.
I just can't win, for I'm a curse.
Outside of me, Just can't be.
Hate the way I look at me.
Can't stand the whole from beneth.
Just carry me off in this life, a hurst.
I Can't help it if my egg was first.
Wished my dad had that rubber.
Wouldn't really matter, like he knew to cover. He must of been drunk.
Because he sure wasn't sobber.
Now my life long forgot before it began.
No wounder I'm so Messed up.
This is the cuts that gets me.
But, why else would people do it.
It's the only puzzel that fits.
This is the agony that really hits.
Now you feel it.
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