You were the target i was aiming at
You were the one i wanted
But some things are hard ignore
The highs made me want to fly
The lows made me want to die
Every parting was the form of death
Every meeting was aliken to heaven
But some poems don't rhyme
Some stories end sadly
And our love is hurting so badly
But remember i loved you so madly.
deep down everyone always knows how the movie (read scenario you are in and find it surreal) ends...yet you play on...because love or what i call a "serrrriousss cocktail of endorphines" gets the better of your judgement
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