cold

The lips I can’t talk about
The eyes that mentally knock me out
These few days I have been wondering
If only there were more girls this pleasing

He does not know this, she is a lovely dame
He couldn’t tell the difference because he was lame
She is scared because she cares
Maybe a little too much? Yeah I guess

She is gentle and sweet
But won’t make you see it
She is hurting; love is pain
Beyond the point of crying, she kept her sane

Time passes and scenes change with feelings
Twas her first time it boggled her reasoning
When the love gets stunted and does not grow
Thinking about the misgivings when it grows cold

It could last a lifetime or maybe a day old
But when it wants to leave, you have to let it go

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