love
is it fact or is it fiction
some how it seems to cause all this friction
through out my life
my wrist and a knife
i seem to want what i can't have
people act
like they give a damn
about me
or any others
they want to be friends
i want to be their lover
they tell me
my feelings are wrong
but they feel so right
i'll just wait
for a different night
i can't wait for my "beatiful dove"
to feel all this bull-shit
called love

 
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