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For all those that loved someone they had near them but was not their.


Submitted:Nov 1, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I sometimes wished my love was like a smoke from a cigarette

Disappearing just as fast, no threat.

But loving you is never easy, never calm.

How can a damaged soul manage the firebomb?

Wish me luck, my darling

Because I can't stop the pain, the love from adding.

And if you ever see me blue - don't turn away

Cause I need you here.. Please stay.

Baby can't you see I'm lost

But for loving you I'll pay the price

No matter of the cost.





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